HymnAgen
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long distance
I hate calling.
I hate the sound
of your voice on the phone.
It makes sport of my emotions -
aggrieving me that you’re not home.
Although your words are crisp and clear
I cannot feel the humid air
carrying your love and kisses
like dandelion wishes
on a breeze over my ear.
I am aggrieved.
- HymnAgen
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COMMENTS
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kingqadardwon' says: Nice write brother.... Deep piece... Felt this |
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debbieownsthis says: I feel you on this one! every word |
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hymnagen says: Thank you both very much. Peace |
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