You were that feather,
Blown away from my grasping fingers.
And that lonesome tree by the roadside,
That I drove past in haste.
You were that pressed flower,
Lost between the pages of my old diary.
And that teardrop wiped away,
Before making a smile.
No one else saw you, But me.
You were an ephemeral light,
But I loved you still.
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Poems I Love (7)
PoetryThis is part seven of the poems, quotes, and song lyrics that I love. If I find them with the author I will write the authors name on it. If you have any of your own and you would like for it to be in the story, ask me and I can do that for you. I...
