Poem -

Mr Blip

author
Steve Green
Mr Blip

How do you do

My name is irrelevant 

I'm just passing through
this point in memory
where our paths crossed

If you blinked
you probably missed me

or you may have simply

forgotten who I was

before I became

the warm breeze caressing your face

who misses you

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Total votes: 2
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Love Memory
Poetry Genre: 
Verse
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Bradford

Hey Steve.  Lovely write . I enjoyed this write. Rock 

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Steve Green

Thanks Cherie....  I agree we need to preserve these precious memories we accumulate along the way

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