A Mist Filled Room
Your beloved faces I trace in a mist filled room of treasured yesterday's
Amid the puffs of smoke rising to the ceiling reaching out and climbing back down the walls
I hear a song of joyous rememberings
With a beautiful bouquet of all the flowered hues
so softy painted upon your face
I whisper your name
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2025
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