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I craved…
A Warm
Hand
On
My cold
Knee
To take
Me slightly
Away
From
Where
I didn’t
Want to
Be
Others
There
But I
Didn’t stare
And
They didn’t
Stare back
At me
Grand
Gestures
Inspirational
Cards
Attached to
Pearl headed
Bouquets
Wasted
Light
Pressure
And
A warm
Palm
On
My cold
Knee
I craved and waited
Lynn Hamilton
Thu 28th Jan 2016 13:09
Hi Vicki
Thanks for reading (something I've been guilty of not doing recently) and commenting. x
Lynn Hamilton
Thu 28th Jan 2016 13:05
Thank you Lizzie, much appreciated. x
Lizzie
Thu 28th Jan 2016 02:14
Lovely poem, my favourite is the second verse. Just slightly. Xx
Oh yes waiting & not staring - I get that that!
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Lynn Hamilton
Thu 28th Jan 2016 13:10
Hi Wolfie
All good things come to those that wait, apparently. Thanks for reading. x