Stranger
by Ezra Zimmer
(Toronto, Ontario)
A haze of umber shrouded my gaze,
Through slumber I could but dream
Yet carrying the scent of fallen snow,
She sat down, smiled,
And glanced over at me
A phantom Hebe,
With eyes like the sea,
Some breeze of fervour must have washed through the trees...
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