Wednesday, November 24, 2021

The Lost Handwritten Illustrated Poem

Haunted by the poetry,
why take the gift you gave to me?

All but one line of promises vanished then,
when, you were calling me to see 
far away to halcyon days.
The haunting may come again after the rain,
or, the sun will shine as the mists decline.
So the choice I see is to let it be
a mystery.


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