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Although the day was full of grace,
I frowned because your face
Was not there.
The sky was denim-blue,
The breeze cloying, but you
Were not there.
Summer comes apace;
I would rejoice,
Were you here.
Clouds close the sky,
Again; this is why I
Need you here.
2009
Will Barber
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009 |
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009 |
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Comments about this poem (Be Here
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Will Barber
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Sally Carter (6/25/2009 9:46:00 AM)
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Warm, and charming in its simplicity. I like this very much.
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Sandra Fowler (5/22/2009 2:15:00 AM)
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The art of simplicity beautifully displayed. I like your denim blue sky.
Take care.
As always,
Sandra
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Esther Leclerc (5/18/2009 8:24:00 PM)
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Simply beautiful, evocative - wonderful.
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Luis Gil (4/22/2009 5:06:00 PM)
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Clean lines to let feelings flow. The weather is a mirror and a lamp. It shows and illuminates feelings. A breeze of truth. May the sun keep shining, Will.
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