Excellent Triolet Poetry NOOK : Strangers by Bucketlist

Before sunrise they all came The mexican clad figures in my dream As if they were going to play a game Before sunrise they all came I woke up startled with some disdain Gone were the snow covered trees I'd seen Before sunrise they all came The mexican clad figures in my dream

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