Edna Carroll Poems

If love were my teardrops,
an ocean~they would fill.
If love were my memories,
the earth would stand still.
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Through the whispers of romantic winds
they seem to magically appear.
On soft and tender wings
anticipation fills the air.
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Through the whispers of romantic winds
they seem to magically appear.
On soft and tender wings
anticipation fills the air.
...