By Lynn Long
Yellow butterflies on a
spring breeze
And the very real knowledge,
I will never be-
The summer wind
navigating your ship upon
love’s tempestuous seas
Eowyn to your Aragorn
I fall with grace…
Seeking shelter from the storm
amid Autumn’s reign- and finding
solace in the winter… once again
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Winter blues
One midnight salutation
Brought me to you
With sweet anticipation
Lynn Long
Poet, writer, dreamer
Believer in the impossible…
Residing somewhere in time
Artist at https://hitrecord.org/
