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Ann Sep 2021
they say friends are forever
the older you turn, that can differ

they say memories are meant to stay
truth is, a lot of us change along the way

they say family is meant to last through thick and thin
but, friends can always turn into chosen kin

they say, life is easy once you have it figured
the older you become, life becomes more of a jigsaw to fix.
Ann Dec 2020

its been so long. how are you?
I hope to write more soon, haven't written anything for a while. Life past few months has been a rollercoaster. Anyways... hope you've been well!
  Apr 2020 Ann
it's been longer than i'd like to admit
since i last heard your voice
with your uncanny ability
to turn my blood into liquid gold.
i can no longer hear you
calling my name,
but i can still taste the honey
that poured from your lips
as i drowned in each sacred kiss.
- i can still feel you when i sleep.
Ann Apr 2020
shadows fiercely
dancing around the fire.

with us twirling

a r                             ar                           ar
    ou               ou            ou           ou
           nd.                              nd.          


we  s l o w down.
the last of our fiery red streak
faintly visible across the room.
Ann Apr 2020
Fingers touch
eyes dilating

he moves closer.

One last kiss
long but sweet.

I move away
with memories.
  Apr 2020 Ann
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
Ann Apr 2020
the soft rustle of the wind
blowing the leaves gently
forming a pile soon, once again.
blades of grass swaying with
rhythm of nature.

four walls, my friend these days
white hospital beds, a cold place.

longing to feel the touch of the w i n d.
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