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A Single to Zurich

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A poem for Esther


A Single to Zurich

 

The summer sun gently warming your face

Will be my caress, and my kiss, the taste

Of the first snowflakes melting on your lips

Let the breeze that rustles the autumn leaves

Whisper my name, the softly lapping waves

On the pebbles, the sound of my footsteps,  

My scent, the mown grass or toast freshly made

Or wild garlic in a damp forest glade

My voice, the sounds only the dog hears

Remember me as I was down the years

Your rock, I won’t be the stone in your shoe

A love so perfect, nothing can undo

But this millstone grinds hope into fear

So now it is time to save you more tears

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Martin Pickard
Martin Pickard
18 mar 2024

Beautiful

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Jarlath Busby
Jarlath Busby
18 mar 2024
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Thanks Martin

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