So many days I willed a call
A knock on my soft unbroken willing heart
That touch, that look I so desired
Never arrived –
It never was.
So many days I willed a call
A knock on my soft unbroken willing heart
That touch, that look I so desired
Never arrived –
It never was.
hi vonita! how are you? your poem is amazing! xoxo
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Iron is the will
Soft is the heart…..
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Nice.
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