We can but send our love
out from us - a feather
drifting on the wind
searching, hoping...
a song from our hearts.
We cannot recapture it,
for it is a feeling thing
lost............in a moment of time.
Upon reaching the pinnacles
of our rejections,
our hearts.....bend, then break
forcing confinement,
torment and despair,
Forsaking the memories
of love........once gained
..............now lost........
Kay Ekwall ©
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