Miss You

Weeping willows o’er a lake of blue,

is what I think of, when I think of you.

Blooms of spring and cloudy skies,

Are how I remember you, by and by.

And as I create, dream and write…

I feel your ghost in the pale moonlight.

©J.G.

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