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I hope to wake from dreams tomorrow,
wake to all the hope and fear.
I hope that you will still be with me,
I hope that you will still be near.
This is what we missed;
this is what we hadn't seen,
Green as the grass by Lady Bower
blue as the sky should have been.
Walking through the rainswept streets
by the way we've always gone.
Wishing today could be tomorrow,
going on to Avalon.

4 Feb 11

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Traditional format, unpretentious, so expected to be overlooked by 'enlightened' critics.
 — matrinh20

Simple, earnest, and as mentioned above, unpretentious.  9-12 are lovely.
 — sybarite