In this quiet sleepy juncture
where mountains meet with a river. During the season white and pure
when falling snow chills this winter. A man in love needs no tincture
to salve a heart thats full with her. For thoughts of she are warm for sure
keeping him in deep love's fervor.
Winter fantasy a write of mine, builds another for the end of time.
Moved by warmth within these words, one far away has felt, has heard.
Forever hearts that beat as one, awaits a time a journey done.
Juliet did wait for Romeo, a love for him, her heart did show.
The end of time they never knew, their story goes on for all to muse.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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Moved by warmth within these words, one far away has felt, has heard.
Forever hearts that beat as one, awaits a time a journey done.
Juliet did wait for Romeo, a love for him, her heart did show.
The end of time they never knew, their story goes on for all to muse.
Love this poem!!
Teresa
Peace be with you
William
Ron
Michael D.
Love ya!
Jane
Love's fervor is sumptuous in this quiet sleepy juncture
where mountains meet with a river. Beautiful warm heart
that charms the season.
Lady Mary Ann
Sandie :o)