Dec 2020
Love in whispers,
silent to me,
though she is there
on the other side of this wall.
Longing's lament takes shape
and leaves, no longer welcome.
silent to me,
though she is there
on the other side of this wall.
Longing's lament takes shape
and leaves, no longer welcome.
from page 35 of my second book "An Extravagant Way of Saying Nothing"
(51/M/Middletown, Pa)
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