Come, says the writer,
look into my world.
See and hear,
touch and taste.
Watch the leaves flutter on high
on distant branches.
Smell the breeze
and listen as lovers talk
lying on an old quilt
by rolling waters.
Do so eagerly.
Do so lovingly.
Fall into my world and
into theirs.
Watch as they laugh and love
and yes, as one dies,
leaving the other to either suffer
or move on.
Sometimes it’s now
difficult.
Sometimes the branches seem naked,
bare, mistakes easily seen in other works,
and it could be difficult
to enjoy
if I were to allow it.
beautiful poem keep inspiring
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Thank you very, very much. Words such as yours are an inspiration also.
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