Her heart still beats here
Even if slowed and wavering- I do care.
Like winds, graze my dreams like an old friend
My skin responds with hairs on end.
I listened when lady ran around,
Feet drifting over dried grass- it was a gentle sound.
Her ears heard my lonely songs,
Even when close, our distance prolongs.
She gave happy days with smiles,
Telling my wrath to fly away a million miles.
When we sat at that old oak tree
And rain pelts our skin so we would flee.
And my knuckles beating, Hers are same
My speech becomes sore when I call her name.
And in the bountiful fields we played are now gone.
Flower crown upon her head you would fawn.
My heart her words would steal
Never again will I see her for real.
A. Gordon
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Destined And Fate
PoetryCollection Of Poems in my Head. For anyone who enjoy poetry or poems that are Out there.
