Heather Burns Poems

Winter arriving

I can feel the icy freeze
...

Every bridge

I cross
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Recalling the days
of long ago
days of wine and
roses
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Long ago
life was simple
so unrestrained.
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As I approach
the spiritual
rehlm
my honey is
...

Pink and delicate
this rose belongs

to my heart
...

A mbassador for peace

F riend of all
...

Your span was so brief
yet reflections remain

once again you surface
...