Losing Her Glow
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Drained fingers jot sweet memory
calling Pam’s name in every bloom,
as laced nights recall the glory
of fondness born from love’s heirloom...
Time pauses… her Glow swirls on trees
where romps christen fire tasting life..
And though wonder darts to appease
pale the ticks, yearning for dear wife.
Laura Loo's Contest:Second Place Only Contest III
Submitted 2/5/2016 Judged 2/6/2016
For the 'LOST' Theme Contest
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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