Would you hold my hand and lead me through
the glens that we once roamed
In other days, before we met,
and voices called us home
Would you wrap your arms around me
as once I wrapped you in my shawl
And knowing that we’d meet again
would be best dream of all
Shall we savour moonlit walks once more
while yet our souls take flight
And will patience be our watchword
we two guardians of the night
Unforgotten mem’ries writ in starlight
show our way
Will you hold my hand and lead, my love,
back to heaven’s yesterday
nice work with words
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Thank you, Sanjeet.
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This reminded me of a past love. Thank-you for the lovely poetic words.
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Thank you. I’m glad if it raised pleasant memories. 🙂
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A beautiful look back, filled with hope!
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Thank you, Nic. 🙂
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in love with love – what a beautiful way to live
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You mean you can tell I’m a romantic? 😉
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indeed
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Very beautiful momus 🙂
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Thank you kindly, Mark. 🙂
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This is a well crafted slice of nostalgia and hope, Anne-Marie. I suspect that the love here is in relation to the land (as in nation), but I may be barking up the wrong tree.
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Possibly true, Chris, what with spending so much virtual time in the Highlands here in Nanoland.
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I’ve known this feeling – at least the one I’ve read into your poem. Beautiful and hopeful.
Ellespeth
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