The Poetry Cove

From One To The Next

The cold winters disappear,
Before my eyes,
Without question,
And you are here,
The dark cloud of depression,
Has seemed to disappear,
In a moment passed,
For something so impossible,
And Something with little chance,
Will cease to amaze me,
And Dreams to be answered,
As they rarely do,
And a understanding,
As it's coming from you,
My wings take flight,
For all your love,
For missing you already,
I know you'll be back,
Sometimes soon,
I hope.


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