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"Enough"

I called your name from a slumbering sleep,
and suddenly you were there within my dream.

You took my hand and we walked so slow,
we walked for hours on a deserted road.

Your beauty was so stunning, 
I couldn't believe my eyes,
it's as if you were and angel
getting ready to fly.

Not a word was exchanged, 
there seemed to be no need.
For just to hold your hand
was quite enough for me.

Author:
"Rocky Dean"
A writer at Spyder's Poetry Empire^®