The map of her face Is something I carry in my mind The softness of her cheek The kiss that leaves me breathless The lack of stillness when she is near The vast silence when she has gone Leaving hope like a flag, waiting for her return Sparrows whispering in the hedgerows Waiting, wondering when the music will begin again… ©AnitaDawes2022
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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