Here within no home I roam
pillow of hers of which
I know
hallowed is her scent.
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This is my third visit to this poem, somehow it makes me want to sing a sad song...but I get sentimental when it rains. I believe it was written first on your heart. Dorothy
I also think this was written on your heart, your words are beautiful, if sad or is it a longing for a long departed love. Bob