Lost Valentine

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I walk the beach, our favored spot

Searching for my love.

Pink puffs on blue, sun bursting through

Hopes are riding high

 

Be this the day I see his face

Finding his way back

To hearth and home, his family

Awaiting safe return?

 

I see a man.  He’s coming near

Bursting is my heart

The gait is wrong, the build not his

Smashed to smithereens

 

The gulls are screaming, “Silly girl.

Spirits walk with God.

You look for him, but cannot see.

Open up your mind.”

 

“A special date, a butterfly,

Feathers, pennies find

A rainbow stretched across the sky

Messages of love.”

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Posted on February 15, 2017, in afterlife, creative writing, death, faith, grief, inspirational, loss, soul, spirit, spiritual, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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