I can't recall when it started,
That hunger I could not satisfy,
Fidgeting in nervous discontent,
Deep inside I held my silent cry
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Season of love Garden spring blooms once awhile Inhale scents savor the fruits fresh Dawdle inside smile and be guile Love of mind fridge we can't fetch.
Lovely poem. Love must be given for it to have any value.....a thought expressed beautifully. Thank you for sharing Lora.