Where Beauty Reigned
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Mark R Slaughter
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Remote of thought, as still of mist
Or dead of night for secret tryst;
In sense of calm that mind may clear
- No fright or flight nor beast to fear -
I lay atop the autumn dew,
When out of reach appeared a view:
A vista sweet of flowers red
To further charm my dozy head.
But then I chanced a glimpse of sky:
I smiled a smile and in reply,
A cloud stared down with longing gaze
And coasting wayward all of daze,
It threw a storm in gentle mirth
To bring me back upon this earth:
For I was deep in wishful dream
Where beauty reigned in every theme.
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