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I hear her name on the wind..........poetry

Updated on September 1, 2015
 A photo of a condor over the grand canyon
A photo of a condor over the grand canyon

At the ocean when the salt wind lays in the sand
alone through the still of night

or when the cool breezes of September
awaken for the stars just right

sometimes I do hear her name in the softness
of blowing winds

and for just awhile the name lingers and her
perfume tempts me to remember old sins

yet the last thought when it happens is
of her leaving like the summer sun

and like old memories that falter the old pain of
remembering comes undone

I believe remembering old loves can come
and go as a gentle cooling wind

And when those memories finally stop
a life or a love may begin again





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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      Eric, ah the memories ! Thanks big guy!

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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      There's my Ms Dora friend ! Thank you kind lady !

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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      Savannah , you are very kind my dear !

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      I have such sweet memories and this sweet poetry lead me back to some. Thank you.

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      Savannah Iraci 2 years ago from Salt Lake Valley, Utah

      I'm sure she remembers :)

      Lovely poem.

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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      Perspycacious , yes they do , I always wonder though if she remembers ? , Thank you for reading !........Ed

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      Demas W Jasper 2 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      Timely for those with summer jobs that led to summer romances. Some few will survive the end of summer. The rest will survive only in the memories of one or both.