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I Dreamt of Solemn Bliss

A table with books of poetry for sale.

I dreamt of solemn bliss,

The trees withered to and fro.

I heard the beating of mine own heart.

Sweet kisses blown to the wind,

I am aroused by the beautiful fragrance of leaves.

Mellowing in my own darkest path.

Ah the flowers blooming in my sight they grow,

The distinct pleasures of what withers when I rest.

I lay asleep in natures beauty a long silence drifts me to sleep.


  • Author: Marianne Trox
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