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I Walk Where The Poem Once Was

I WALK WHERE THE POEM ONCE WAS

I walk where the Poem once was,
The Trees are still green
The woman is dead,
The sky is cold.

I walk where many Poems
Have been written
After the rain
Her flowers still bloom.

The presence of the other person,
Is the Greatest Gift God gives us.

poem by Shalom Freedman
Added by Poetry Lover
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