27 Monday Apr 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
you could call it love
tho I might deem it something else –
an urgency shared
with an ancient moon
pressed into memory –
as evidence of fate
a need unresolved
longing so old
I’ve almost forgotten
how it feels
to be remembered
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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The last 3 lines say everything 😐
They normally do! 🙂 Sometimes I turn them upside down just to see if they change……..
They never change, Bobbie, and neither do you……, thankfully . ….🍀🌹🍀