A poem by Frank
For Gerard and all the artists of the world
He sat there alone, staring into emptiness
Memories flooding his senses, accentuating his distress
Reflected in the water of the small pond
Was a glimpse into another world, of which he’d been so fond,
Two sisters playing in the yard, an image from the here after,
A golden sunny afternoon, full of innocent carefree laughter.
Bees buzzing around the daffodils, gathering pollen for their honey,
A gaily dressed little lepr...
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