As in a Dream
by Annie Jenkin

Your smile greets me
as softly as spring blossoms,
lifting the corners of my mouth.
I hear your gentle words
as warm as summer rain,
caressing my skin.

My fingers tingle
wanting to sashay down
like autumn's first leaf fall.
But our paths cannot cross
so my footprints fade away
as if covered by fresh snow.


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