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Frances Raeburn Nov 2022
You are the woman
I always wanted
to be
Frances Raeburn Nov 2022
When autumn reigned
and blew golden bronze tumble leaves
right to my door
it reminded me
of how you loved
golden bronze tumble leaves
at the door
Do you
still?
Frances Raeburn Nov 2022
Tears
are just water
and we all need
water
to live
Frances Raeburn Nov 2022
I was asleep
and then you shook me
awoken me
into life
Frances Raeburn Nov 2022
You are the love
I never knew
I had inside my heart
until
I met you
Frances Raeburn Nov 2022
when you left
you left no trace
as if
you were never here
at all
  Sep 2022 Frances Raeburn
m lang
She was a poem he found inside an old history book.
A hidden treasure beneath all the rubble.
She was a light that filled the darkness of his mind.
A gold medal, his own personal medal.
It wasn't until she left that he knew this.
She was a pen and he was no longer her paper.
The worlds once written between them were gone.
Her silver lining would no longer show in the distance.
His light had gone out, his treasure now broken.
His medal had rusted, but he kept the poem,
He kept
Free verse, written 2013.
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