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Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Plus Three Days

I am stronger now
though something is missing
Could it be your scent
or perhaps your closeness?
I close my eyes
and see the sunrise over the lake
Missing you next to me
My hands are cold
you are not here to hold them
My spirit is free
but my soul always
Will be bound with yours
regardless what path I am on
Your foot prints next to mine
I will miss...
Joy Powell
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
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