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a name upon my lips, kiss, life, love, memory, promise, sometimes, soul learning, time, truth, words
the fated card
of once again –
a place where love could be
with strength of will
the hope of time –
is gifted back
to me
want dissolved
is still recalled
as clear was then –
another now
defined by words
I do not know –
by graces I allow
someday –
a fleeting promise
as tender was a kiss
burned into my memory –
as a name
upon my lips
. . .
Sounds like a wishful daydream. Don’t we all have them ? …………..xo
…another place where we are remembered well ❤
Awesome post!! Really love it ant the topic especially!! Bellissimo!
xoxo
😘🌹🌹
You are too kind, Chuck! Thank you hardly seems enough. ❤
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Even if your family likes your prose, I love your poetry because it speaks straight from the heart …
Between the heart and the hand, memory is never-ending ❤ Words become the instrument of life (and love's) remembrance. Thank you, Peter. Thank you. ❤