Something More

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Poetry


First day of May.

Please knock at my door
and leave me something more.
More than flowers,
leave me some love.

Oh, You did?
But I was too busy to see
the wondrous gift you left for me.

What, You were here?
But I didn’t stop or slow
long enough to even know.

Lord, again, please knock at my door
and leave something more.

Child, I do.
Each morning, it is there
afternoon & evening too.

My love,
My love.
I leave it, I do.

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One thought on “Something More”

If you have somethin' to say, I reckon this is where you should do it. (If you're a newbie hereabouts, your first comment will be held for approval - cuts down on spam.) Thank ye for chatting!

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