My Fantasy
Soft breezes in the sky,
love that blossomed sweetly,
smoothest waves on golden sands,
thinking you would understand.
How my spirit soared so high,
having not a care,
warmest sighs of raptured nights,
like an angel's wings in flight.
But, the sunlight turned to dusk,
shades of darkest gray,
what was real, I could not see,
it was just My Fantasy.
This poem is based on the Midi...Fantasy.
By C.M.Foster
© 2009 C.M.Foster
(All rights reserved)
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