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VALENTINE SHADOWS
On floating threads, small memory notes
still hover near; their edges torn
by winds that ripped away the tune
but left the song for me to mourn.
Red roses drip their molten scent
through dreams now bent on brittle stalks;
each year I watch their petals fall
along the path where darkness walks.
Soft murmurs rest in folded cards
on scrawled inscriptions love entwined,
and shadows hide in ribboned lace
when just one heart is left behind.
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In loving memory of my husband.
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� Lary ([email protected])
My Poetry Garden
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