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On a Midnight Bench in Manhattan
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On a Midnight Bench in Manhattan |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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How long has it been since you died in my arms, how long since your warmth filled my soul? Why is it now that we're real worlds apart, I still feel you by me when I'm all alone? Why in a crowd do I see your small form moving quickly like smoke through a screen, how do you borrow the face of a stranger just to smile at me through her eyes? How does my sense for you stay so alive that I still hear you laugh in my dreams? Why are these tears in my eyes as I write, it's so many hard years that you're gone. ©2003, 2018 by icebox |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Icebox... Very touching write. No words can say how I feel...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Your thoughts and stunning words dance within the image of my own feelings after I have read your poem. Mesmerizing . . . ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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