I open my drawer and take out your letters,
Unseen by strangers, not gathering dust,
Always present when the drawer opened.
I read through them slowly,
Page after page
Peace settles soft about me, like
A little death
I open my drawer and take out your letters,
Unseen by strangers, not gathering dust,
Always present when the drawer opened.
I read through them slowly,
Page after page
Peace settles soft about me, like
A little death
So perfect…as always. Really well done.
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Thank you.
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Hey Beautiful Vera!!! Lovely, lovely, lovely. Sigh. End of a long, happy summer day. Glass of wine in hand. And Your poetry. YES! 🤗💖☀️
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Hey Katy, I’ve missed you! So good to hear your voice. Sounds like you have been living the good life. 🙂 ❤
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🤣 We really did have a sweet Sunday! ❤️
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