Distance
Distance With distance great Time is sweet Peaches ripe Ever fleeting. Taste the nectar Burst inside Juices quench Lover’s sigh Warmth enfold Deep embrace Rest awhile Sharing grace. All too soon The time has come Fingers release Bittersweet and succumb Wishing for Swift passage until Once again Hold you, I will. D.R.H. Copyright Donna Roseanne Hedges 2021