Visions
Linda
Lengthening shadows
climb the garden wall,
the sun is setting,
wending my way home,
no longer lighting all the lights
in empty rooms,
there is Linda,
after six lonely years
a widower,
the light at the end
of a very long, dark tunnel,
a prayer answered,
Now, a stormy night outside
with driving rain,
thunder and lightning,
we safe within,
a fire in the grate,
supper on the table,
It's the light in her eyes
which makes it warm,
which makes it home!
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climb the garden wall,
the sun is setting,
wending my way home,
no longer lighting all the lights
in empty rooms,
there is Linda,
after six lonely years
a widower,
the light at the end
of a very long, dark tunnel,
a prayer answered,
Now, a stormy night outside
with driving rain,
thunder and lightning,
we safe within,
a fire in the grate,
supper on the table,
It's the light in her eyes
which makes it warm,
which makes it home!
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Linda
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