I sense some longing in that last line. Almost as though you've been shut out in the cold and are looking for that heartbeat once again.
I wish there was a larger version of that beautiful blonde in black with white gloves. Why I often drove to Minneapolis just to see Scandinavian girls in their prime in the parks. Memories.
YOU CAN ALWAYS BELIEVE IN TRUE LOVE, JANE...AND THAT'S THE POINT, YOU JUST WANT THE 'REAL' THING. SOUNDS LIKE A WONDERFUL EVENING, THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH.
What a fantastic, indepth piece of poetry you have given us. Ah . . . To make someone believe, you must first believe yourself, and my friend, I am a believer!
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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powerful, thought provoking read, well said
Never stop writing
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I wish there was a larger version of that beautiful blonde in black with white gloves. Why I often drove to Minneapolis just to see Scandinavian girls in their prime in the parks. Memories.
Ron
You take me to dreams
cold and merry.
I do believe,
Ive seen the ice fairy.
KOOL...
Etal: its Quite Cold In Mexifornia
After All Summer Heat!
TRASK...
A sweet and beautiful poem of delightful heartbeat!
I am a believer!
Lady Mary Ann