My Notes - Poem by Nadezhda Tolmacheva

I saw the beauty called love

Mesmerized by the force above

Loss of this kind is always immense

One that would never make sense

My hands will be there to hold

You’ll always be in their fold

Your peace is within their grasp

They vow again to make it last

Love still exist and it will persist

Only it has accepted this change

We’ll make home again, I insist

With love differently arranged

Poems by Nadezhda Tolmacheva

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