C. Cameron Johns
You taught me the clean, sweet taste
Of poetry on the tongue …
The slim inquiring fingers of music …
And, even though you are gone,
My years are still scented
With the fragrance
Of your laughter.
Exactly how I feel! Thanks, Ardis!
Comment by iguacufalls — September 26, 2013 @ 5:57 pm
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