When did we last
Cross paths,
My friend?
Time, since, lapsed
Heart yearns
The pen.
These hands, they ache
For the flow
To write.
Breathing life into
Penned pleasures,
Tonight.
CarolAnne Spalding
2015
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I have not checked in for a while....missed wonderful poems like this! ! ! Hope all is well.
Yes. The hands, the heart, the soul of a poet crave to write. Thanks for sharing, CarolAnne
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, CarolAnne S. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.