Quatrains

Phillip A. Ellis

I could not find my love;
the mist was deep.
It seemed she left my side
whilst I, asleep

dreamed that I kissed her. Vain
my empty dreams:
nothing is as it should,
nor as it seems.

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Printed on: October 7, 2008