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Scattered memories and wishful thoughts.


 Distraught and heartfelt contempt is how I felt,
 for the time that lies between us knows no end,
 if my heart could beat for the two of us,
 surely your hand would lie in mine.

 

 Distant memories riding on streams of light,
 my eyes ache yet all I can see are memories,
 the present lies in a time capsule from the past,
 love does it really still exist between us?

 

 If I could share but one thought,
 it would be of renewal of faith,
 like the songs spinning round in my mind,
 one day we will dance together like it was yesterday.

 

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  • grannyeri gold member
    August 28, 2007

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    She does look very contemplative in this picture; remembering the past and the one she loved and still loves by the sound of things. If she could only bring the past back again. Liked the flow, and the sentiments you share so well in these lines.


  • Terry-too silver member
    August 26, 2007

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    This poem mourns for better days now gone, and in their suffering, good things surface still, only to be met by doubt, sadness, and regret. Even so, the spirit of hope renews us with a happier thought--that it can even yet be better.

    Best wishes!


  • AngelicMistress gold member
    August 25, 2007

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    YOU HAVE DONE A GREAT JOB WITH THIS PIECE, POET
    GOOD LUCK IN THE CONTEST, AND THANK YOU FOR ENTERING IN SAME.
    TANYA


  • Cannonsfire
    August 25, 2007

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    Reminds me of that Leonard Cohen song, Dance me to the end of Love. Memories are the only things we will have in the end, of many things we have lost be they person, place or thing. Lovely piece. Love, C

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