When the first snow falls
she writes between the pages
A journal of treasured dreams.
The details of hope
In the lines of your soft face
Captured in loves pure mirror.
nice…a skilled poet
and wise one to capture the lines
in their face—nice little glimpse
Alan, it is always a good thing to find a way to capture hope.
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