and
gaze at feelings in my heart, in hopes to see the things unsaid –
Who
is this friend that visits me – who seems content to come and go
who
smiles at the life I write - yet never says hello.
I’d
like to know what draws you near - like skittish fawn or frightened bird
Scattered
seeds within my blog - flower into tasty words
On distance shore I have a friend, perhaps who’ll share a glass of wine
who'll bring exotic cheese to try –
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