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For Stormy Lady's 3-word Show Me Your Poetry and Win Contest! |
Only a dream, momentary - Not carried over into the morn; The music still plays in memory, Lyrical, mystic - forlorn. Lifting my glass in toast to you, Amber liquid swirls in delight; A momentary glimpse of Heaven Lyrical, lovely and bright. Too soon comes the morn, I awaken - A beautiful dream lost once more; Momentary, yet strangely lyrical Are the deep amber eyes I adore. |