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How can I
go forward to Spring
when you left me
in Winter?
How can I drink
when you are
as dry as a stowed apple?
How can I eat
when you are as empty
as a cold bowl?
How can I sleep
when you will not wake?
Let me stop and reach for your hand
seeking your fingers.

Leslie Philibert

Saturday, February 15, 2014

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I wanted to write a simple poem, no tricks, no metaphors, just words.

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Woven Life Poetry 23 April 2015

I really like it! ! :)

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Valerie Dohren 01 March 2014

Simple but beautifully written.

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Ramesh Rai 21 February 2014

How can I sleep when you will not wake? Let me stop and reach for your hand seeking your fingers. A touching write.

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Susan Lacovara 15 February 2014

And in your simple shared write, the beauty that is honesty comes. Lovely....PEACE

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