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Winter Memories

By Paul_James, Plainsboro, NJ

Part I. A Winter Dream
A wilt-rose resting upon my windowsill
The fresh cool scent of dawn enters my room
Oh how I wish to dream that dream again
That magical wonderland night

Pirouetting faeries upon the lake
Lovers rolling in the fields of snow
In this sacred meadow of life
The heart has no fear nor shame to hide

This is my dream, my fantasy
To see the world as it should be
In the safety of my memory
Is but a wish that will never be

The piano sings its favorite song
To the scores of dead children
The smiling clown dances for their delight

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