Why is it, do you know, that
Memories of you are silver,
And I stumble onward
Seeking your steep path?
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Always the gentle things Fly upward, and I fall. Thank you for posting this poem, Will. I echo Luis' words, below. Esther, your happy friend
Those memories seem deeply rooted. They must hide some meaning. They might persevere to rescue some truth. Beauty slides away but not in this poem.
A poem of extraordinary beauty and grace. You have my applause. Fond regards, Sandra
Gentle, yes. Everything about this is gentle and soft like a floating feather. Will, love it. best care xx sjg
Divinely, excrutiatingly bittersweet Will. A tone the nature of which I have not heard from you before. That last stanza... another chance to fail.. look, hang tight, I'll come over and feed you some Mexican food and all will be well! Seriously... a piece to remember, and straight into favourites. My hat off to you. I wish I were able to write so. (love ya) . t x