J. Fern Mossely Poems

Like dew pearls glistening on a moonlit winters night, were the hours before dawn in her memory.
She wanted to treasure this moment.
To keep within the very depths of her soul the picture of her last night in this world.
Great Orion in the sky looked upon her; almost, she could see a knowing smile play across his features.
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I've often wondered what the depths of despair is like.
Now I know.
Can there be words to express such grief?
Such sorrow?
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YEARS have passed since I've
written you, Beloved.
Years of emptiness and cold.
Might you spare a touch
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