This day has been dragging,
My heart won't stop nagging,
Anxious for night to appear;
Now the moon's on my pillow,
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So happy to come across your poems. Memory of love is deeper than love itself. You create a sketch that is spell binding. Thanks for sharing.
Another sweet poem! 'You come to me soft as the wind'! Even from this far, I can feel his coming! Lovely imageries! !
This is indeed a lovely poem and I like your rhyming scheme. Read mine – O Dearest Love – Adeline
Now the moon's on my pillow, And that old weeping willow Smiles as the wind dries its tears your magic wand, Lora, of crafting imageries, is a ceaseless wonder!
Very moving. Another beautiful write.