I see the children smile and smile and peer.

The sensuous pleasure of warm air on skin
For three years past, I’ve let no solace near.
Summer’s here,  birds chirp, begin again.

I feel, at last, some joy erupt within.
I have heard the music  of my fear
No sensuous pleasure of warm air on skin

 

To not appreciate this earth may be a sin
I have missed the voice of him, so dear.
Summer’s here,  birds chirp, begin again.

Who could understand my time in hell but him?
Hard to dream of new love without fear.
The sensuous pleasure of  his hand, my skin

I beg him to return, I’ve served my time.
But he cannot reply, my heart is seared.
Summer’s here,  birds chirp, begin again.

 

I see the children smile and smile and peer.
As I sing,  my voice is dark and clear.
The   birth and message  of  the song risen
Says summer’s  come, I shall begin again.

 

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About Kate4grace

I love writing and conversation,wild flowers,music and air
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