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A Murdered Dream

Sweet kisses that he gave to me,
We sat under the silent willow tree.
Blushed by the gentle wind that flew past,
Secrets shared under the stars that danced!
Hugs given with true love's choice,
The silent song sang by his caring voice.
Glittered inside with the holding of his hand,
He wrote our names in the crystallized sand.
Then mysteriously he left my side,
I glanced over at the ocean's tide.
Thunder started to violently strike,
In my heart I had found his knife.
Didn't want to face deep down inside,
To find that it was he, who wanted this dream to die.

~DaYnA e. 2/8/03

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A Murdered Dream