Frayed Feisty Threads - Book IV
Why?
I remember soft breezes on
spring-chilled nights,
I remember blue sky, birds on
wing, flowers that gave me
proof of spring.
I remember a kiss, a tender embrace,
I remember a thrill of love, a joy of
life, laughter touching
No pain nor strife.
I remember the feel of satin on
lace as
I remember each and every place.
Why do I not remember your face?
Dedicated to Dave Colville 1969
Note ▶︎ There is the possibility that this is from another author, but I do not have that identified. If you read this and recall it as someone else's poem, please drop me a note so I correct this.
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