04 Friday Jun 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
paths
divide
beneath the timbers
flowers speak
of ancient soil
where we loved
I am
remember
dreams
no longer mine
to hold
whispers
of a distance waking
I’ve no strength
or want to go
secluded verse
to please me
listen
feel the song
that is my
soul
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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