I thought I heard her voice!
It was the wind cavorting in the forest....
It was the gentle rustle of the leaves....
I thought I sensed her presence!
It was the running brook
Singing a song to the cerulean night....
.
The wind, the trees, the running brook,
The night, are all still here.
But....my Marina is gone!
****
Lisle, IL
It was the wind cavorting in the forest....
It was the gentle rustle of the leaves....
I thought I sensed her presence!
It was the running brook
Singing a song to the cerulean night....
.
The wind, the trees, the running brook,
The night, are all still here.
But....my Marina is gone!
****
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