The Euston Road. April. Night.
Of all these London numberless
I love one:
my old shoes pound her name,
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Beautiful but sad pictures comes to me reading you poem There is such a strong sense of presence in your poem and the title is brilliant! Thank you Pia
Love the imagery...........beautifully written Richard. Sincerely, Mary
calming and beautiful....but it makes me sad.....when someone looses the one.....that's sad.....: ( but i like the poem.....its very well written 10+