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Missing a Star

When the roses

Have dropped their petals

And the mist on the hills

Has settled

 

When the trees

Have relinquished their leaves

And all the flowers

Have gone to seed

 

When the birds

Are replete

From the fruit

Of the hedgerows

And the autumn winds

Given way to winter snow

 

I will light the fire

Lay out a cashmere throw

Burn incense

And set a candle aglow

 

My door will be left ajar

No matter how far

You must travel

There will be shelter

Here, in my home

Love, here in my heart

For without you

My universe

Is missing a star.

 

C.K. 22

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

◄ An Gorta Mor

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Clare

Mon 21st Mar 2022 14:00

Thankyou all for your likes and lovely comments. They are very much appreciated.😌

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Andy N

Sun 20th Mar 2022 19:00

I'm with moonlight here - this is a beautiful poem with a particularly beautiful ending

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Stephen Gospage

Sun 20th Mar 2022 17:20

This is a beautiful poem, Clare.

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Sunshine

Sun 20th Mar 2022 04:24

Last stanza is so beautiful 💕

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Nigel Astell

Sun 20th Mar 2022 03:13

A candle burning
love will keep alight.

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