During visiting hours, of my mind
I roam the halls of memory
Looking for love-bird feathers
plucked by the hands of time
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Author:
Jerry Reynolds (
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- Category: Reflection
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The opening line is a marvellous doorstep to the poem; and the third and last lines a fitting culmination 🕊️🙏🏻
I loved the imagery used in this poem and metaphor. The last two lines really caught my attention and appreciation. Well done Jerry
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