hues of some other day grayed
boxed forget and leather hide
pulseless watch and fabric frayed
napkin dates and petals dried
lift the years and stroke the page
he turned to paper
while I cried
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Author:
Heather T (
Offline) - Published: June 11th, 2017 13:40
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Comments4
Sad from extreme loss of someone who was a milestone in your life .
Dances on the edge of inscrutable, yet conveys something beautiful. Very appealing write, Heather!
Thank you both for the touch. I have this special box that contains trinkets and an album of someone from my youth. Appreciate you both!
Memory wrapped in a box of yesterday dreams reveals acceptance lifting and stroking the dare of opening grey gone days. A verse to add to my favourites Heather
What a treat, Ms. Fay! I always enjoy your visits.
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