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Time
Contributed by
navydocny
on
Saturday, 30th August 2008 @ 03:56:38 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Wrinkles of time, crease the face
Thoughts of time, how much was waste
Autumn nears, my spirit is bare
How much time, till she’s not there
Our spring and summer, recollections prized
With autumn’s broach, my heart is incised
Before my end, returned to dust
I’ll find her love, lost in nonplussed
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Re: Time
(User Rating: 1 ) by DukeW on
Saturday, 30th August 2008 @ 09:22:22 AM AEST (User
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I am a critic by spirit, but this one i actually liked, hope the poem reaches its goal. |
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