While I wrote the love poem,
I heard her fading footsteps –
Black ink on yellowing pages
Lasts longer with empty jokes;
While I fought for my life
I felt a gentle hand in mine –
Guiding me to new #tie-s but
Without a heart, I let it slip.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/08/while.html
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