When? Poem by Edwina Reizer

When?



When is my word a part of you?
Only when it is said.
For if you never hear it,
I'll know my word is dead.

When is my love a part of you?
Only when it is free.
For if you never feel it,
I'll know it's still with me.

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Edwina Reizer

Edwina Reizer

LAKEWOOD, NJ
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