Spark Poem by Rebecca Navarre
Spark
The evening sun set, as it starts.
Picnics, in the park. Candles, lit
in the dark. The sounds, of the meadow
lark. Are all a secret part. Of the
joyful memories, of my heart. When he
took me by the hand, an eternal flame,
he did spark. Underneath the stars,
he left his mark.
We can feel and see the joyful memories captured in this lovely poem. So lovingly and tenderly penned.
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12/18/2025 12:37:16 PM # 1.0.0
Simply golden! Touching mind and heart. Perfect from the very start!