A Dream Under the Candlelight
We
dined
by the
candlelight,
her eyes twinkled
and twinkled and
twinkled. The clink
of our forks, the swirl
of our drinks, the
aroma of the food.
The words floated
out of her mouth.
"A Dream"
she says. A Dream.
I think to myself,
"What is mine?"
Oh, that's it.
That is my dream.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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