Faces bow In days unknowing
Gaze upon a virgin sheet
Smileys in a snowstorm glowing
Painting lips which never meet
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Reminds me of the John Lodge (Moody Blues) song ' Carry Me ' he wrote about his daughter Emilly.Your poem is just lovely, very well written 10+ regards Tom
a beautiful description of stationary items from younger years; the colour box, the erasers, the pencils, the brook by the mountain and setting sun. Stays stored for a long time and then suddenly comes to life in an enduring embrace or a lingering glance as a remainder of dust of castle in sky suddenly shrunk