ah the gist of the trysts is 'ginning to glean,
but little is left but what is in between
the moon on the edge of its sharpened horn
cries foul until night closes in on the morn
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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the hearse
of a dead lie?"
nice ... very nice indeed ...
but little is left but what is in between
the moon on the edge of its sharpened horn
cries foul until night closes in on the morn