Dekove PoetryApr 15, 20211 min readWhen you comeWhen you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie.Offering me, as to a child, an attic, Gatherings of days too few. Baubles of stolen kisses. Trinkets of borrowed loves. Trunks of secret words,I CRY.- Maya Angelou
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie.Offering me, as to a child, an attic, Gatherings of days too few. Baubles of stolen kisses. Trinkets of borrowed loves. Trunks of secret words,I CRY.- Maya Angelou
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