To Whom Poem by Howard Kern
To Whom
As precious time is blighting by,
Stressed to the tens, waiting to die,
Longing a yearn,
for a true connection to began,
Send me a love or call me into haven.
Put away fears, letting love come in.
Resounding drivel of long ago,
Love is waiting...
Precious time a waste,
To find that most important,
Oh so precious, life.
But with whom...
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4/17/2024 5:19:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a very touching, warm and a spiritual poem Howard a poem.with comforing beauty