More Is A State Of Mind
I feel sparse
like spring tulips in winter
peeking out
quickly
then hiding again.
Nothing much is different
than the last time I passed by
except I love you more
and you love me more
too
~ sometimes more
than either of us have a right to be loved.
Ellespeth
(image thanks to pixabay)
Views From A Poet 
Beautiful poetry! Much enjoyed this 🙂 Thanks for sharing!
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I really like this 🙂
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Thanks for reading my work, Sarah, and for your kind comment.
Ellespeth
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