I have these
Fugitive visions
They come and go like
Dappled sunlight through windblown leaves
I see you in them
I seem us in them
But the fantasy that burns within me
Burns out
Before I ever
Get a chance
To see your face
I have these
Fugitive visions
They come and go like
Dappled sunlight through windblown leaves
I see you in them
I seem us in them
But the fantasy that burns within me
Burns out
Before I ever
Get a chance
To see your face
What a photo, and lovely poem to go with it.
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