A place for a clandestine encounter or secrets hidden within its periphery This wall could tell stories of trysts, surreptitious meetings Perhaps even some bewitchery
Traces of lichen and moss Covering the ancient rocks Underneath, romantic messages left by star crossed lovers whose footsteps are now covered with Phlox
The old gate bearing initials Carved with high expectations Yet thwarting courtship blocking fate, destiny and undying declarations
I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose.
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Christine
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interesting Christine
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Thanks so much for reading 🙂
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Beautiful poem that goes so well with the photo as it was described to me. I love carved with high expectations. 🙂
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Thank you so much Crystal. You are very kind 🙂💕
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brilliant Christine! Really love this! ❤
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Thanks so much Carol Anne
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Very welcome Christine 😊
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It does make you wonder about its stories, this gate.
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We always used to say “if walls could talk” 🙂
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We still do 🙂
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