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A gentle touch
Foot prints stolen
Bare trees of March stand spindly
This field of dreams lies barren
Broken like the wing

With nothing but my own thoughts
Wrap me gently in your arms
I stare at the paper

I walked that I might breathe
Living in my dreams
No road is straight and no hill is too steep
In the lonely hours

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Laura Bloomsbury is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight and has promoted us with ‘Found’ poetry.  We are to take the first lines of twelve poems we wrote in 2022. One from each month of the year.  I chose mine in order so the first line is from a January poem and the last is December.  I think it came out all right (!)

Here are links to the poems:

Mating Dance
Without A Trace
Winter's End
Field of Dreams
At Peace
Wrap Me In Love
Walk in the Park
Daily Haiku - Mon. October 10, 2022
Silver Threads
In The Lonely Hours
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