To find a lost love sewn in time
Like some abandoned seed of hope
Long forgotten in the earth
It grows and grows and grows.
Will you hear my battered voice?
Singing sweet as I know how
Hoping that it pleases thee
Enough to sit down at my side.
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A Soul's Walk 
Never a whimsical poem?
I save the whimsy for real-life face time… just kidding… sort of… I don’t know– have you read the more than 500 poems I have posted? Are they all completely lacking in whimsy?
I have only read a sample of them, but yes. Most of them read like a 50s French film – lacking of whimsy all around. I happen to like French cinema, however. Just wondering if there was any Dr. Seuss or Shel Silverstein in you, that’s all.
Read both of them religiously as a child… who knows what took and how it will manifest itself in my writing…
I’m sure it’s there somewhere. 🙂
Also, speaking of not being whimsical– “sewn” is not a spelling mistake, in case you were wondering.
I wasn’t wondering. English may be my second language, but I still understand context. 😉
🙂
Oh wow, oh wow this is good.
Thank you Miss Veil.