Three New Poems on I Write Her – The Short of It
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Hearts of love hang by spider silk, painting the rust-colored leaves,
shedding old clothes as dying flowers bid goodbye to bees.
Impatient is the fall wind, causing green to intermingle with the color brown.
We are watching the movement of the last squirrels digging holes in the ground.
Kisses fall from the sky from migrating birds as they say their goodbyes.
My soul spins restless as I imagine nature cutting so many gorgeous ties.
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How can I begin to soothe the covers of the bed with my sad tears?
I thought we would pave a path of red stone throughout the years.
Can’t you hold me, my love, just one more time so I can see white?
Please breathe me in like you can, just for…
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