A collection of
from around the world! I
do not watch the door any longer ... or listen for your footsteps ...
but my expectant heart still keeps the vigil...
no one is allowed my space to share ... Some times I'll turn and
think that you're still there...
Poets' song is his eternal soul
It is all that he can give
The Poets' prayer is that when he is gone
The song may yet long live
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