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She had faded like a ghost memory was
Standing still in-between
The words she read to me fell faintly because
Almost anyone else may have broken at a breath
Nothing spoken out loud, only sotto voce ( implied)
She said she loved me like being forests branches wet
Perhaps her rain played in my mind even after things dried
I tried to grasp the wisps and straws
Return to where has been
A portraiture her spirit draws
When last I saw Lorine
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2022-09-10 at 19:16
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Seeing Lorine
When last I saw LorineShe had faded like a ghost memory was
Standing still in-between
The words she read to me fell faintly because
Almost anyone else may have broken at a breath
Nothing spoken out loud, only sotto voce ( implied)
She said she loved me like being forests branches wet
Perhaps her rain played in my mind even after things dried
I tried to grasp the wisps and straws
Return to where has been
A portraiture her spirit draws
When last I saw Lorine
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 276 times
Written on 2022-09-10 at 19:16
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