Request to go out for dinner
Request to go out for dinner
A woman sent me a text when I
never expected I would ever
get a message from her again and
every sensitive feeling I once felt, returned, a
mystery,
gliding into my soul like a martin from early morning sky.
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Good poem!
Thanks, Dennis…
Your poem made me wonder why a martin, so I found that the martin is “musical in its pre-dawn singing.”
Yes, Gaby, a martin is a song bird of not, but also I as graceful in flight as a dancer. Thanks for researching…
every sensitive feeling—wonder why this always surprises us, as if mere absence would erase something as vital as tender caring?
Thanks Bruce, I like your insight.