Yolanda Erickson Poems

I have a house _ a house of Gold. It’s ever‑o‑ever so fine.
It’s furnished with cushions of flesh, you see, with labours of love for wine.
I longed to find my house of Gold _ for twenty some years and more.
Yet searching did not bring my house to me _ engulfed as I was in war.
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When I remember you, as morning fills the bowl,
The sheer delight of you__can captivate my soul.
I'm warm with love, my heart is full, with visage just for you.
Our path bees set, to walk as one, in lifelong joy and rue.
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The Celtic Cross
by
Mitch Macnab
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