the wind
will lift
and stir
the leaves
as they fall
reminding you
of someone
you once loved
and lost.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, with humor and pathos, emotional complaints of the soul and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
2 comments:
this is one of the those poems where we all feel our hearts skip a beat and wonder "is he writing about me?"
Everyone has loved and lost.
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