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Until the next time

A thousand,
no ! a million times
I have tried to picture
your face,
but as my memory ages
so does its recall, of you

the first frost came this morning,
I walked barefoot, knowing
you were there with me
the spirit for life
you left inside,
is now my guide
and burns my trail

my feet numb,
I shiver remembrance
and goosebumps form
forever I will look back

I am haunted
by the footprints
that are not
next to mine

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I could see myself walking those footsteps. Great work! Keep it coming.

I am very happy you liked it thanks for the read and the comment

sincerely JC x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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I wouldn't change a thing. Your phrasing is so descriptive.

Joe

My mind's writing cheques my body can't cash.

Very glad you liked it thanks for the read its much appreciated

love Jayne-Chloe

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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such lovely experiences you share
it's like time is walking alongside

no footprints left on sands of time

simple memories
left far behind

loved

Thank you for the read and your lovely comment

love JC x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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has a certain "haunted" quality about it that stays even after the last line. That to me suggests "great writing"!
You just keep getting better at it JC!

Bonitaj

Thanks so much for the read I am really glad you liked it, still needs a bit more editing but I will get round to it soon

thanks for the visit its good to have you back around

love JC x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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That last stanza is one of the best I've read in a long time. The rest of the poem ain't exactly chicken feed either lol. I've got a few ideas, as usual :
line 6 try so fades its memory of you
last line second stanza try replacing "burns" with blazes"
this poem reminds me too much of those with whom I used to walk who no longer leave their prints beside mine................stan

I am so glad you liked this one and thanks for the ideas when I edit, I will be editing this one over the next few days

thanks for the read and your time

love JC x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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Ah yes the footprints there touching the Earth remembering things yet the face has faded.

It matters not young lady that the face has faded only that the feelings are still within your Spirit, as you once again touch the Earth, and know that there are many that are doing the same and are close to your ways.

It is easy to have faces fade, we cannot remember everything, yet a feeling that has etched a line on the hand or has touched the soul there is never a place that they can be forgotten, they belong in your makeup for ever.
I remember my poem on that lawn I spread out to eternity that had lots of bumps in the shape of footprints, just the sight of those lumps and bumps brought a love to my ways..
Take care out there and I look forward to more of your writes, they are becoming deeper and yet more beautiful,
Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I have been writing this poem for years, I lost my little man after three days and its funny I remember bits and pieces but it was such a traumatic experience, I write of it rarely but it was time to edit this one and post thanks for the lovely comment its very much appreciated

love always JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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