She could still remember love,
a little. Not much remained,
but now and again, she would
get a fleeting thought of heart
felt love, then it would be gone.
Just like them. All of them.
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" ~ T.S. Eliot
She could still remember love,
a little. Not much remained,
but now and again, she would
get a fleeting thought of heart
felt love, then it would be gone.
Just like them. All of them.
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