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We were writers back then, weren’t we My Love?
Writing over every scar,
infusing every story
with the imprint of the other
inseparable really,
an edge
to our day and night
as we got lost in each other’s arms
and found out who
we really were
with fresh lines
we even spoke our own language,
had a certain wildness.
Love written
on our hearts,
so amazingly…….
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Flowers in any season will fill her heart,
with thoughts of you,
of being young again,
and the first time,
you came knocking at her door…..
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A very special time….and some museums.
Give her gold
and she’ll give you platinum
in return…..
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original painting by unknown artist
In the golden leaves of autumn the wind moves gently
through the trees, calling us
to embrace the cooler air,
the life of the sun,
and reminding us
we are loved.
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Reading a new poetry book in our hotel room,
an art gallery not far away,
later kisses on her shoulder.
And in the morning egg whites
with turkey bacon,
English Breakfast tea…..
and the blessings of simply being…..
together.
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Death will not speak to us when we lift our poems
as banners waving in the wind,
our words we will fling
like javelins
straight into the heart
of darkness
into the Goliath we call hate
and in the end,
we win,
because love always wins.
This
is our warfare.
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Note: From my archives.
As dawn speaks to the broken heart
so autumn speaks
to the heart
in love.
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