Trek...
through muffled winds gentle touch
till the sun shimmers upon the beck
A singing bridge that hums in its clutch
rickety, rusty, spanning times of yore
I'll chance upon my childhood's door
Neglected...
thatched cottage down the old dirt track
wild roses linger in time unaffected
My fragile bones transport me back
where happy memories come to the fore
I'll chance upon my childhood's door












the last line of this poem was so wistful and full of longing (to me) that it almost broke my heart ... the joy of this piece is also evident, and it takes the reader on a journey through your words into their own minds 







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