Trace of Love
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My Yearning Love
While I sit alone on this wooden bench where last we both sat
My conscious mind reflects on the past
The autumn light of day ripples through
Amongst the baldachins between columns of the highest peaks,
The cadence pulse of nature sounds flows through
The tendrils of limbs and leaves play.
I glance into the heavens with peacefulness
For only a brief glimpse
Feeling the tease of cool, crisp breeze against my face;
And your presence summons by my yearning love
For a trace of your soul’s faithful love and tenderness
By: Eve Roper 8/30/2015
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015
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