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DreamingI stand under the elm trees with my arms wide open to await your return. I close my eyes and dream of what it will be like to have you in my arms once again. I remember the smell of your hair and the lovely gleam in your eyes. I recall the way you looked under the willow trees on our last date and that beautiful smile of joy upon your angelic face. A siren screams in the distance awaking me from my revelry and I remember that you cannot come back to me for you reside in Heaven now. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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