Once,
I peeled back a peekaboo page,
thinking to find what lay beneath-
some lines writ in a flowing hand
that only I would understand.
But that leaf,
so soft and supple,
had done its unkind blot,
and what was inked so deeply
had faded from my thought.
A litmus for lost love.
I love it, too!
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Thank you, Gael. 💜🌿
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Love it!!!!
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Thanks, Carol. 💜🌿
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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