I have known the passing of loved ones
and the passing by of one since longed for,
felt the touch on fingertips
of lips that can be kissed no more;
touched with those same fingertips,
a photograph, a golden ring,
but I have never known a Winter garden
that did not hold the thought of Spring,
’til now.
Just Beautiful
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Thank you oldmainer – much appreciated!
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Evokes so much….lovely
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Thank you for your lovely response to my poem – so glad you enjoyed it.
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