Be There

be there where we once meet
on the agreed date
on such a moment
for i am but a passing
gusty wind
be there on the running river
dip your feet
for only once shall i pass
it is my coldness
that you must not forget
you shall touch me and i must feel you
only but once

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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