She came but in an afternoon
She came but in an afternoon
and stayed until the dawn
and looked like a rose by 'nother name
with passion well restored
She came but in an afternoon -
the curtain drawn discreetly
and shared her wonder and her thoughts
a heartbeat shared completely
She came but in an afternoon
unknowingly to me
and stroked a strand and held my hand
although so fleetingly
She came but in an afternoon
next day I heard no sound
but knew that afternoon would come again
and there - my love be found.
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Awwww.... had to pin this. This left a lump in my throat x
Thanks for pinning (and sorry for the extended absence)
I'm back...
Best x
Hello Owen, I loved the repeated lines here. It gave the reader a good sense of time passing as this visitation kept happening. Lost loved ones who come to us to ease our grieving hearts, I felt that here, beautifully forlorn poemÂ
Thanks for sharingÂ
Gwen x
Hi Gwen,
Thanks for sharing...
Best x