The weather is
growing cold now,
my friend-
I fear my visits
may become
further between.
But, if you listen
in the wind-
you'll hear me
speaking to you.
I'll keep you
updated,
But, I probably
won't stop by here
as often.
It is just too cold,
to sit under the oak.
But don't worry,
I'll be back
in the Spring,
for more long chats,
I love you my friend...
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Number 11 in My Journal Under the Oak
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Winter
Cold as the winter may be, your love with your spirit friend is forever. A connection formed. It sure is nice to know that you have connected in such a healing way. -
Eleven, and moving fast! Beautiful poem, I love it. It sounds like something you'd really say, sitting there.
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Wow~
You did eleven already
Oy!!
Do You mean eleven in like one day
Your quill is on fireeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Love it and this one too
Excellent!!
Thank You for sharing Your Heart and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet Soul
Best wishes too
and much love & light~ Desire~*~
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Beautiful!
This says a multitude of things to me..it tells of healing and loving, caring and giving...of things that transcend Time and Space...shares a glimpse of future immortality, a longing satisfied and desires sated!...a breathtakingly beautiful write..love Dad xxx
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Somewhat sad and very touching, I feel the hearts reaching out in any way possible. Well done.
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The weather may turn cold, but never will your heart! Another great -visit- told.
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