I often think of you;
Well more often than not as if my mind stumbled upon slippery stones of sustenance
More often than not.
When a simple gasp of air
Halts.
I often think of you;
By the brook where each leaf falls within ink
Stilling the chill, dry voice.
I often think of you;
Well more often than not because well I miss you
Like a warm Autumn day.
Where all is still and I can quietly whisper
My loves for you.
-R.£ Cannon
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Great write
Thanks RLC ~ WELCOME ~ well penned first poem and nice song. The poem is summed up in the last line ~ "My love's for you !" Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN please check my poems ~ B
"Slippery stones of sustenance" Love it. Welcome, and thanks for extending the hand of friendship.
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