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In the Caves What's in those caves, I've been told; Lies the hearts of, both young and old. It's where they have watched, their silhouettes; Souls and minds, which surely met. Their lives, they seemed, to find romance. They strolled, they twirled, they even danced. To some, found treasure, a diamond, a jewel. To others a moment, Uniqueness, and a wading pool Those Wondrous Caves? |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Janet Hall On Date: 2008-01-17 00:21:43
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Dear Brother, This glimpse of a place of sheltered pleasure and seeming reality brings many threads into my hands as I weave a forget-me-not for you. Plato and rich imagery and richness of spirit tempered at a camphor fountain in a cave that echos in my memory. Please know that I haven't forgotten you and hope that you will consider a stroll with me, someday. Our last stroll was near Mom's apartment. I wonder about the question that goes with "Those Wondrous Caves". And I wonder how it goes with you and I pray for you.
I don't understand why the distance but that in the grand scheme...well, we will meet again. All my love, Janet