A SWIRL in the air where your head was once, here.
You walked under this tree, spoke to a moon for me
I might almost stand here and believe you alive.
Swirl
Carl Sandburg
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Poem topics: believe, moon, tree, head, stand, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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