To Whom It May Concern
My soul knows you, for your kind words
Though we shall never meet
Poetry written, friends answer
Time, as life, bittersweet
Slowly crossing this spacious Earth
Poems from no address
Empty hands stretch in silent mirth
Mind's touch, I'll confess
I've come to know the gentle heart
And always found a smile
Replies given for worthy art
Warms human hearts awhile
Beautiful poems written down
That reach the reader's sense
The friends I've found in foreign town
Have hearts that are immense
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014
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