In this winter afternoon, sitting alone;
For a lovely, loving partner, I long.
I think, gazing outside the open window;
Surely, into a love-hungry-human I'll grow.
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alas, the lump of sand has returned to dust! perhaps he is looking down on the moon this evening? a nice poem. it is nice that someone is now sharing Honny's poems with us. thanks. who are you? bri :) p.s. a nice bio as well.
Thanks dear, for your appreciation.It's my reply to your question, that it's me, myself.Do you believe in ghosts? If not, I'll visit you someday.