Soul of My Soul

By Anne Marie Hunter | Published
Oct
27
2013
Through shuttered windows
dawn wrenches me from my dream.
You smile and we laugh -?
too good to be true. Hope flies,
obeying truth as it stands.
?
?Andrea. My child.
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