Heather Burns Poems

The wind
blew
passionately
...

THE CARAVAN

The caravan of life
moves slowly, silently
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Just as our relationship
was beginning to blossom
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Young Poets so naive
with pen in hand
spilling emotions
upon a page
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When very young
I bought into
a ring
...

As she ascended the stairs,
pausing for a moment. Standing on
the balcony reflecting on yesterday.
She turned momentarily, her eyes
...

The leaves in the
trees sigh
whisper your name
as they softly float
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A weeping willow stands
looking out over the
waters
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Winter arriving
I can feel the winters freeze
arctic air blowing.
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Your kisses
remain on my lips
my nostrils are
full of your
...