Stories still repeated
Of romances long ago.
Lovers caught in the past
Where time seemed to move so slow.
Seeking to replace what was
With memories of new.
Never will there be a love
Like the first which was true.
I'd love to hear your thoughts...
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How the past passes,
so many times.
If my heart could do my thinking,
and my head begin to feel,
then I'd look upon the world and you,
and know whats truly real.
Absolutely beautiful,
Like Yeats.
Nice work little gypsy,
Lowell Poe

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lovely write...
short but sweet thanx for sharing and good luck in the contest!!


