Where is the name
By which I called you
Why does the forsythia
Lie heavy, in winter’s wake
As if yearning for
Its sleep
*
https://ottawacitizen.remembering.ca/obituary/michael-ip-1082083615
Your name
Where is the name
By which I called you
Why does the forsythia
Lie heavy, in winter’s wake
As if yearning for
Its sleep
*
https://ottawacitizen.remembering.ca/obituary/michael-ip-1082083615
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Thoughts, Stories, Poems
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The Poetry of Emotion
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My Own Paradise: Life on Seven and a Half Acres
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