Poem -

Wave

author
Don Philbrook

So strange how memories
of lost loves come on-
Violent like a tidal wave,
Yet Soft like a song.
Gentle are her fingertips
As she's leading me along...
Past the forest
of her pain,
up into her tower strong.

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