A Heart Gone Astray

Cobwebs flung

With gentle despair

Words forming on her lips

Dinner is sung

With tender flair

On each of her trips

Her pace was set

Many years ago

The tide never turned

No need to fret

It passes you know

Lessons may be learned

There was the scent

Of the woods

It’s easy to discern

Her love was meant

 As if it could

Return with more concern

A heart is heard

A heart is felt

A heart falls away

Her heart is her word

To thaw or melt

A heart gone astray

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by Bill Ferguson

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