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Forget-Me-Not trembles as Night leans in
Tilting his head, cupping her chin
Why do you shake when I am near?
You are my truest love, my dear

Oh dear Night, I am not afraid
Just grateful for the visit paid
Lost memory is what I fear
You are my truest love, my dear

Night smiles winking a starry eye
Now, who knows you better than I?
Forget-Me-Not laughs, her joy clear
You. Are my truest love, my dear

Rene ~ December 21, 2012

For d'Verse Poets
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  1. ClaudiaDecember 21, 2012 at 2:37 PM

    this is beautifully whimsical and deep at the same time..lost memories..yep, think that's sth. i would fear as well..

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  2. Brian MillerDecember 21, 2012 at 3:41 PM

    lost memory is what i fear as well...smiles..magical too, night smiling and winking...really nice cadence to this as well...merry christmas rene

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  3. SilverGardeniaDecember 21, 2012 at 4:04 PM

    What a beautiful poem!

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  4. AnonymousDecember 21, 2012 at 5:01 PM

    This is really touching - and a beautiful adaptation of the kyrielle form to suit your purposes too.

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  5. BeachannyDecember 21, 2012 at 6:20 PM

    This is a very touching piece. I fear losing memory too; I go crazy when the word I'm looking for deserts me. This is beautifully written kyrielle. Wishing you and yours the happiest of Christmases!

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  6. Sabio LantzDecember 21, 2012 at 9:08 PM

    Very sweet and touching. Nicely done !

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  7. BodhiroseDecember 22, 2012 at 11:09 AM

    I love the re-assurance of your refrain. This is so tenderly sweet.

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