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About This Poem
Melancholy
whispers
blown by the wind
touching my cheek
yesterdays in review
the candle flickering still
winter heart
planted
in tired soil
lying dormant
for want of nourishment
dreaming of words unspoken
winter heart
Barbara Gorelick
10/29/12
"Views From Vignette"
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