Strings that lead to some end
I cannot see- but feel deeply
Within my heart
Pull on my soul-
I follow the thread back through time
Waiting to see the one I would
Long to touch once more,
To hold in my arms…
All others, Beloved, are but whispers,
And yet the howls from deep within me
Lie floating in the shadows,
Leaves in the Autumn air,
Desolate, my feet march on
Faithfully holding remembrances
Of Spring’s budding love

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