All my loves are dying Like petals on a Rose Their scents still lingering. Each one still part of self And much more of human loving Lingering memories whispering.
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
I had recently heard that a Writer friend had died. And then! That a great love and passion of my youth. Had died some years before. There were those who could have told me. One I kept saying to. Tell her I want to see her.but they had no wish to cause distress. It is simply philosophical and reflective.
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