September 9, 2013 by William Leed
As snowflakes upon a weathered brow
are those promises gone from our grasp
but memory of their refreshment
will shelter our need for reassurance.
Posted in Poetry | Tagged brow, grasp, memory, poem, poetry, promises, reassurance, refreshment, shelter, snowflakes, talking leaves, weathered, william leed | 2 Comments
promises gone from our grasp..
beautiful William.. every time you come with such beautiful posts..
agree.. upon remembering those loses a sudden need of reassurances is must..
otherwise feeling of guilt and failure will take over which does only damage
Thanks. And a tear will be a shoulder to lean on. I enjoy hearing from you!
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