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A poem from the archives...

I found this when sifting through Facebook memories. Written in 2020 by Yours Truly. Photo is mine also.

Hope it helps you dream of much warmer nights on this cold spring evening.


When clouds splash like waves in the sky

And life flows in birdsong

and the whisper of an early spring wind.

When the evening is gloriously fragrant

with a potpourri of lilacs

and apple blossoms

and warm earth after a long rain.

As the night falls, quiet walks as only quiet can

through the beautiful darkness of your dreams

and fills up the parts of your heart

only you knew were empty.

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