for you francoise
It is for you
that I always have an offering
of words to say
I miss you
in all the ways that I have
to think
Again your precious eye captures me and my hope becomes like the sun Burning gloriously...as the life pleaser but suddenly, reality is as a cloud. To strike again, ... and gone the warmth... To those dreams lived with in hope... By... Simon Auchterlonie
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