Milda Morse Poems

I hold the tear catcher
On my cheek,
Capturing liquid emotions
As I weep.
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Twilight has past,
the horizon is black,
Lonely oak tree
A huge lacy mass.
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Spring!
White magnolia blossoms
Have already fallen,
Withered,
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I step in pools of moonlight,
I bathe with such delight.
Please come and join me dear.
We will splash throughout the night.
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I envy the moonbeam,
That lights your face.
The morning mist,
That caresses your lips.
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Should you leave me,
Have mercy.
Take the image of you
From my mind too.
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Afternoon passing,
Tired and blue.
Remembering
Heart-shaped moments.
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Somewhere
love is perfect,
Somewhere
love is infallible,
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The day was as expected.
Misty, windy, damp and cold.
Cold to your bone marrow.
You shiver
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Geese very soft
Startled to flight.
Moving between moonbeams,
Parting
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