She came but in an afternoon
and stayed until the dawn
and looked like a rose by 'nother name
with passion well restored
She came but in an afternoon -
the curtain drawn discreetly
and shared her wonder and her thoughts
a heartbeat shared completely
She came but in an afternoon
unknowingly to me
and stroked a strand and held my hand
although so fleetingly
She came but in an afternoon
next day I heard no sound
but knew that afternoon would come again
and there - my love be found.
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
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