When the evening
Is in hush
My words
Are mere shadows
Upon pages
Of my heart
As time
Eclipses tears
Scattered
On sweet mem’ries
Now beyond
My reach,
Yet still moves
My pen
To gift love
On blessed parchment
When the evening
Is in hush
My words
Are mere shadows
Upon pages
Of my heart
As time
Eclipses tears
Scattered
On sweet mem’ries
Now beyond
My reach,
Yet still moves
My pen
To gift love
On blessed parchment
Joys, Blessings, and Poetry 
I love this. I wish I could write poems.
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Another wonderful poem! I love the imagery! It really gave me a lot to think about! Thank you for sharing!
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