All I Think of Is You
in my waking hours
I see your face in the clouds
I hear your voice on the wind
at night, you're my dreams
your scent still on my pillow
when will this heart of mine mend?
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 21, 2012
for Sedoka contest (Russell Sivey)
first place
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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