Still waters dream,
Where Sarah’s memory drifts in.
I sit by the riverbank,
Listening to psithurism and soft woodnotes.
Heaven must have known my thoughts,
As I beheld the radiant smile of my love
Once again in the summer breeze.
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Author:
Lord Gladden (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 14th, 2026 09:22
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
How the shadows of the past are cast in the mind of one that loves. Nicely done
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