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Traces by Alan Abrams Sunday, October 10, 2010 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan
Traces When a warm, soft breeze filters through the spruce-- sighing, for it knows it cannot linger-- I feel your gentle fingers on my shoulder. When dusky, slanting light spills dappled shadows on the floor-- turning oak to gold-- I see you dancing, barefoot, like a sprite. And when the sickle moon sweeps across the dawning sky-- harvesting the stars-- I search among the dewdrops for traces of you.
The Careless Perfection of Nature

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Reviewed by Regis Auffray	10/15/2010

I love your imagery and the sentiments that they awaken within me as I read, Alan. Very nicely done; thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you, Regis




Reviewed by The Poetess	10/10/2010

Such a sweet yearning!




Reviewed by Christine Tsen	10/10/2010

A gentle and eye-catching poem ~ so many soft images filled with reflection. Best Wishes, Christine




Reviewed by pat medlin	10/10/2010

what a beautiful piece...so lyrical so wistful. you used your words in such perfect harmony as to paint the scenes in my mind...wonderful write




Reviewed by Joel Sattler	10/10/2010

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