For A Time
And for the old torn book
An Autumn breeze tumbling
Turned a page of memories
Upon the vale of dream
We met on the grassy knoll
With wind struck broken boughs
We rested in poetic word
I did not speak
Engulfing your every whim
I listened with intent
As I put my hand on your leg
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2025
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