echoes of love
by Earl Moore
the spring garden
passionate love poem
softly echoes
my longing for you
but now emptiness
butterfly
the garden bench
Monarch
floating softly to my
tender as your soft touch
southern grass
soft morning fog
lightly moves
as your fresh body
at the movie last night
white dove
lands a few feet away
picnic basket
sudden echoes in a lost past
with marriage vows to last
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