I can walk down garden paths,
And wander through the misty roses,
Until I find a resting place,
Where my love can find me.
I can sit on velvet skirts,
Upon a mossy knoll,
And ponder on the changing skies,
Until my love can find me there.
I can listen to a whip-her-will,
Cry her mournful tune,
And wonder if she lost her love,
As mine was lost to me.
I can lay me down on fragrant beds,
And watch as posies toss their sleepy heads,
Until I dream my heart away,
And wait until my love can find the way.
Pen & Paper 
Nice. It has a sad, dreamy quality to it, at least as I read it. 🙂
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Hi Bun, it is a sad, dreamy kind of poem with a wish, as she had not yet given up all hope. Thank you for your comment. Greatly appreciated. K.D. Dowdall
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You’re very welcome. I appreciate your kind reply. Bun 🙂
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Your poetry is moving, evocative, and this one shows a bittersweet combination of hope and sadness.
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