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tis not for fame
this heart returns –
for secrets left untold
– a souvenir of longing
a solace
never sold
to start anew
denied the past
where I was loved
before
a place I scarce remember –
wills me home
once more
. . .
Beautifully written!
Thank you so much, my dear one. ❤
“… The tale of earth’s unhonored things Sounds nobler there than ‘neath the sun; “
…..a flutter beneath the bosom that is the earth, that is heaven, that is soul…….
No one quite like you in the selfless way you share with us all leaving adoring smiles!
❤