Writer
Somewhere in time is memory,
lost among memories,
like flowers among thorns,
beauty among pain.
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I swallow hard,
keep down the regret,
say it aloud so it is no more
but what remains never fades
with time.
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Somewhere in memory,
pain lingers evermore,
as memories of things
too complex to explain.
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Somewhere in time,
somewhere in memory,
these things of beauty and pain
float like snow flakes
drifting through a Winter's landscape.
I LINGER HERE,
I LINGER THERE,
LOST IN THOUGHT,
SURROUNDED BY MANY,
YET ALWAYS ALONE.
SHALL WE GATHER ALONG THE SHORE,
WATCH THE VESSELS GO TO AND FRO,
HOLD HANDS WITHOUT DOUBT
ABOUT HOW WE FEEL RIGHT NOW?
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ON BENDED KNEE,
WITH A RING,
AS WE SING A SONG OF LOVE,
DANCE SANS MUSIC
DANCE LIKE NO ON NOTICES.
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WHAT DREAM IS THIS?
TRUE LOVE FOUND,
IS IT TO BE?
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WILL HE PROPOSE SO ROMANTICALLY,
IS THIS JUST A FALSE HOPE
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IS THERE THAT ONE
WAITING FOR ME?
I GUESS I SHALL DO NO MORE
THAN WAIT AND SEE.
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