We are two gardens haunted by each other.
Sometimes I cannot find you there,
There is only the swing creaking, that you have just left,
Or your favourite book beside the sundial.
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- anotherhand (
anotherhand) wrote,
anotherhand
anotherhand
Love Poem - Douglas Dunn
We are two gardens haunted by each other.
Sometimes I cannot find you there,
There is only the swing creaking, that you have just left,
Or your favourite book beside the sundial.
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Gospel - Philip Levine
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All day I have written words. My subject has been that: Words. And I am wrong. And the words. I burn three pages of them. Words. And the moon,…
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By Heart - James Harms
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