The Globe
She fell like a gentle snow flake...
her love once danced on angel wings...
fragile, her true love arrived...
her smile in my pocket...I carry
she wears my kiss on her lips...
This truth now lay baron...
of a heart filled no longer with mist
Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2012
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