Rustling Leaves Poem by Marianne Bogolub

Rustling Leaves



Leaves are rustling in the trees,
Near the windows of the cottage,
What we borrowed.
And you loved me so,
That I wept for joy.
You ask me, if I feel
How deep has been your love?
Your arms embrace me:
Entwined we hold each other -
And the leaves are rustling --
Near the windows of the cottage.

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Marianne Bogolub

Marianne Bogolub

Los Angeles, California USA
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