Susie Hemingway Moursi

Rookie (1947 / London)

I Write For You

As sun doth melt the silver days
and fresh green buds do chase away
the remnants of the chilly days,
I write for you..
you sleep and sleep my only love
you miss Spring birds and clouds above,
in dreaming slumber, days do pass and
even though against the breeze
the fragile words do come to me,

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