Thoughts Of You #1
Smelling
a
fragrant
flower.
Feeling
the
softness
of
velvet
petals.
Memories
run
rampid
through
my mind.
On a
windy
day
when
leaves
sigh.
I listen
for your
voice
calling
my name.
Echoes
so
familiar.
Walking
in the
garden
in the
cool
of the
evening.
you are
there
waiting.
out of
sight.
Out of
reach
but ever
so near.
poem by Heather Burns
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