which opened up between
the you that was, the you that is
and hoped that they would join.
I wanted to rebuild the bridge
that disappeared with time,
between our hearts and souls;
between our lives and minds.
I saw them fly as flimsy birds,
hopes feathered bright with love,
as rustled in the whispered winds,
their message might be heard.
Roslyn, I spotted this title several days ago at WOWH and have been wanting to read it ever since. I have a thing about rhyme... but I love the hidden rhymes in this poem, how it swings and has its own cadence. It's lovely. Thanks
ReplyDeleteThanks so much. Nice to be appreciated.
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