Not ForgottenA Poem by Tate MorganI remember the dark door where we hid from all the rain A dry respite from the storm safe in arms I'd felt no pain
I thought I had forgotten what with spring came back
to me Words un-uttered thoughts we
stirred of the way things use to be I remember the dark door where we hid from all the
rain A dry respite from the
storm safe in arms I'd felt no
pain I went back to the small
doorway where happily our loves had
played My heart ached for what
could have been if behind that door we had
stayed With wild, spring, rain and thunder something wondrous comes
this way Your eyes had said more
that night than your lips could ever
say © 2021 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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