During visiting hours of my mind
I rove the halls of memory
looking for love-bird feathers
plucked by the hands of time
- Author: Jerry Reynolds ( Offline)
- Published: December 5th, 2024 10:09
- Category: Love
- Views: 27
- Users favorite of this poem: aDarkerMind, sorenbarrett, Teddy.15
Comments7
very impressed Jerry.
one to fave....for sure.
Thanks, DM.
there is something about this that defies time and make me want to start learning to fly again .. very nicely proposed sir Jez ..
Thanks, Neville. Me to.
Most poeticly worded this poem is wistful and nostalgic. Lovely!!
Thanks, Soren.
Very few words but they say so much, enjoyed the read Jerry
Thanks, Todani.
You are very welcome
Good write J.
Thanks, Orchi.
Excellent
Oh my, this is so powerful. 🌹
Thanks, Teddy.
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