I saw in the bloom of a half-kissed day
The flicker of you drifting ‘cross my way
I felt you shiver in the cool of the air
The brush of your hand in my morning prayer
I turned to touch you in the mist of grey
But you had softly slipped away
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Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!