Present to past
You have become
In a flicker of time
A muse to my songs
Now to forever
The tide returns
Like foam disappears
This gift of one love
Present to past
Eyes seeking eyes
My soul keeps shaking
Like fire in the storm
Now to forever
Memories fall
And swirl in the lines
Of my songs for you.
Beautiful and deep… You’re becoming quiet the poem, my friend. 😉
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Thank you, my friend. I hope you all had a sweet Easter down there. Warmest hugs 😘❤️
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