A romantic musing

‘Twas the night before last, I dreamt of you. In the moonlight my scars shimmered in your pale blue eyes. You gently took me by my hand and led me through a calm meadow. No words were spoken, none were needed. We stood on the banks of a mighty river and my heart beat with a thunderous roar. You gently kissed me on my cheek and whispered, “War no more my soldier, you are finally home.”

15June 201

Larry Freeman Jr.

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