Nostalgia Aubade Poems

In the clutch,her gentle touch,away from slutch,outside hutch
Bereft of words
But never the eyes do lie,beneath the blue sky,she and i

a garnet ring, on her finger...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Among ancient groves,
One summer night alone.
Secrets on the wind.

And awakening to
Mother natures symphonic
Mystery of life.

When people used to
Find a home in the hearth-light,
Owls haunt the...

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