When the
naked branches
blew in
the late
autumn winds,
our love died.
How I long
for the days
of spring,
when all was
alive with
newness.
We lay beneath
the willow tree
and dined on wine,
bread and love.
God,
how I miss you.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 5th, 2024 18:58
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- Category: Love
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- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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Comments6
Good poem
Thanks.
Melancholy nostalgia in this beautiful poem of loss. Loved it
Thank you.
ne'er tarry
get straight to the point why don'tcha
.. a poignant & well phrased little poem if I dare say so ..
Thank you, brother.
May I say quite breathtaking in its simplicity. 🌹
Thanks, sweet Teddy.
A fantastic write, my friend.
Much appreciated, Tom.
Fine words Thomas.
Andy
Thank you.
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