Her Antique Hope(Hope of an army soldier’s wife)


Covered by bright sky...
Caressed by autumn refreshments...
Cuddled by spring falls...
The celestial sun seemed nothing but scorched hot...

Beneath the dark melody dready sky...
Under the vanilla essenced moonlight...
Against the blush of frost dewed winds...
The snowy moon moaned only massive cold...

Every sterling thing failed to kiss her with comfy warmth...

Locking her mirror laked eyes...
Recalling his remembered promise of return...
Her antique hope bounded to his assured affidavit once again...

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