kevin bigham Poems

She skips down the street,

head nodding to car beats
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Oh let me lay my head, tonight upon thine breast

and close my eyes against the fading light
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On this rain soaked day, as we waited at the train station for a final time

hands clasped, fingers intertwined, , , as if hearts and minds
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How does one dream of love when the heavens cry


when long sighs, reminds of Spring days gone by
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