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FeliciaI see Felicia standing upon the lush grassy hillside, she stands in front of a majestic backdrop of dark green pines, looking fondly down the hillside at the fertile pastures below. The bright light of the sun dances merrily off of her pink silk dress, casting a golden halo upon her braided auburn hair, Felicia smiles shyly up at the sun and thinks to herself that all is well, her thoughts meander along memory lane to the man whom she loved, with all her gentle heart and mirthful soul. Felicia sighs in resignation as the thought of his leaving invades her pleasant reminiscing, bringing a tear to her lovely green eyes, and a sorrowful frown upon her pleasant face. Felicia begins her long journey down the flower covered hill, returning to her quaint little farm, nestled along the banks of the river, she takes one last look at the dark pines upon the hill, raises her sorrowful green eyes to heaven, and earnestly prays to God above, asking that her love be returned safely from the war to her. Donavon Scott Vinson A poem about a woman praying for her lover who is off to war. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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