Carol Price

A poem

Photo by Tanya Nedelcheva on Unsplash

Soon, when the seabirds nest on the tall, dark cliffs,
when the winter winds disperse to far off lands,
when the sea pink flowers between the ancient rocks,
I will call for you across the rippling waves
as I listen for your whispered reply.

When you left, the cherry blossom…

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Carol Price

Carol Price

I used to be something else, but now I can hold my head up and say I am a writer. Retired doctor. Passionate about empowering people. Editor of Illumination