David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Poems of David Harris

2821. Where 11/22/2012
2822. Where Am I Going 2/18/2007
2823. Where Do I Go From Here? 8/8/2009
2824. Where Do The Broken-hearted Go 11/23/2008
2825. Where Does The Broken-Hearted Go 7/22/2010
2826. Where Have 6/19/2008
2827. Where Have The Years Gone? 3/20/2011
2828. Where Have they Gone 8/13/2007
2829. Where Is The Light 6/12/2011
2830. Where No Memories Fade 8/16/2008
2831. Where The Blue Mountains Lie 6/14/2010
2832. Wherever You Are 11/3/2009
2833. Which Hurts The Most? 10/26/2007
2834. Whirlpool 5/26/2007
2835. Whisper In My Ear 10/6/2009
2836. Whispers 12/31/2008
2837. Whistle Down The Wind 12/17/2007
2838. Whistle In The Wind 9/16/2012
2839. White Flag Over Stanley 6/14/2007
2840. Who Am I To Cast The First Stone 6/22/2007

Leaving

Your fingertips seem just out of reach,
like the lifeline to a drowning man.
Tears haze my eyes,
like the morning mist.
You are going,
but why, I don’t understand..
There has been no words between us,
no anger, no cries of rage.
Your suitcase is by the door,

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