Was treading city sidewalk carefree day, When chance of window glance begat heart trance, The simple slip of summer dress in sway, My frozen feet and breathless circumstance, ‘Twas you, my Love, who brought me to my knees, ‘Hind breathless dash through gentle field of gold, But somewhere there, warm breeze began to freeze, As corners of love letters soon do fold, Alas, the march through war-torn range is o’er, Breathless do I lie, with bullet in my eye, A casualty of years of blood and war, My hand to heart and sodden letter sigh, My Dear, my Fawn, if reading this, I’m gone, Breathless do I walk into new dawn. - Scott Alexander McKenzie
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