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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Pussy Willow















Early bloom,
before its time.
Passing memory,
captured, moment gone by.
Tender thoughts,
a gentle touch.
Want to hold you,
be with you,
share so much.
Want to feel your love,
wash over me like rain.
Dance this dance,
hold my hand,
take a chance.
Walk into my world,
open your heart. 
Create memories,
feel love and a fresh start.

7 comments:

  1. In my mind, when I read it, it sounds like a beat poem . . .

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  2. Lovely sense of hope in this piece for me--Lovely write!

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  3. smiles...read this earlier but word verification tripped me up...

    love the love washing across like rain and the desire to walk hand in hand....and fresh starts are a beautiful thing...

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  4. So gently said, like the rain in your poem. Spring brings such hope and joy in beginnings. Your poem captures that spirit of the new birth arising.

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  5. I agree ... love the rhythm in this poem :) Lovely, beautiful images... purity and innocence ... nice :)

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  6. The poem and the picture play off each other so well. Nicely done!

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