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Allison Brown Poem
In the hush of night,
your memory drifted toward me like a slow, familiar breeze;
the wind spoke your name softly,
carrying echoes of moments we never learned to forget.
Shadows on the wall trembled,
as if they recognized your presence before I did;
and in that tender stillness,
I felt the rhythm of footsteps from another time,
gentle, uncertain, yet moving closer.
Every heartbeat rose like a quiet confession,
reminding me how some connections never fade,
they only rest in silence
waiting for the night to call them back again.
Copyright © Allison brown | Year Posted 2025
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Allison Brown Poem
In a quiet town where snowflakes fall,
A little tree stands proud and tall.
Clara waters it with care each day,
Whispering stories, letting wishes stay.
A fairy watches from branches high,
Her wings aglow beneath the sky.
Silent magic hums in the air,
A gift of love beyond compare.
On Christmas Eve, a star shines bright,
Upon the tree, a gentle light.
Neighbors wonder at the glow so near,
Not knowing love made it appear.
For trees remember the hearts that tend,
And kindness grows where spirits mend.
So water your trees, speak words of cheer,
Magic blooms when hearts hold dear.
Copyright © Allison brown | Year Posted 2025
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