somewhere in our dreams
in the long lost pale moonlight
we searched for the soul
that existed in a different lifetime
when the bird tweets,
and the wind blows,
I hear you say my name
with a smile
I welcome you into my arms again
from the dusted pile of books
you pick up our story
and read about love
we experienced in our past life
if we were to cross the river of oblivion,
will you look back
to remember me?
National Poetry Month
If you were to change the order of the poem…will you choose a happy ending?
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