PASSING LIKE A MOTH'S WING


Dear Love,

I saw you out of the corner of my eye today, passing.
Like a moth’s wing brushing the corner of my cheek.
Your daughter, up high in her fairy garden
Waits for you at night, her dreams little sparkles, glimmering.

I had a good day today, until now.
Memories of you started flowing, and I felt like Emily Dickinson’s
Sponge, holding the sea.
Squeezed dry, I see them passing, as you passed away.
Love and regrets never die.

Forever yours,




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