A whisper of silkA Poem by Cherry_blossom_redWrote this some time ago
A whisper of silk, a rustle of lace
Who is here in this long forgotten place? Is it he? No, my eyes lie, deceive He's dead and gone, still my life goes on Times were different then, my thoughts recorded with parchment and pen With him gone all this while Feels like I'm still unable at all to smile But when the time comes to walk that final mile He'll be there to greet me, heartfelt and warm On that day I'll know it's over, finally home, out of the storm © 2015 Cherry_blossom_redAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 29, 2015 Last Updated on March 29, 2015 AuthorCherry_blossom_redRocky Mountain House, Alberta, CanadaAboutI just love to write, hopefully someone on here can enjoy what I'm putting out there :) more..Writing
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