Sitting here
Waiting
For my love to return
From the rain
From the cold
Where the shadows burn.
Standing here
Hoping
For that familiar face
With baited breath
With fervent longing
Of hearth's warm embrace.
Staring far
Remembering
Laughter's precious sound
Of vibrant halls
Of shining fields
Across the blazing ground.
Rushing fast
Holding tight
Would I let my love return
To the fiery rain
To the biting cold
Where the shadows burn?
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My Heart, My Sanctuary
PoetryDeep within the recesses of one's heart is a sanctuary, a special place where one can dwell without fear or despair. A collection of poems that speak from the heart, each page features the author's original art and photography. #1 in poems 2023/08...
