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The Forever Now
Our hearts beat like the rise and fall of the long day's sun as love interrupts everything unnecessary by creating moments that are necessary At times there may be this cautionary tale of what if lingering in the background like the dark was tempting the forever now with clouds of trials and tribulations Yet without a word spoken time faith and friendship quietly invites the rain knowing that the flower's thirst must be quenched if beauty is to grow |
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Nice poem .
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One does Not Realize the Value of what You Have,
Until it Becomes a Memory. Poem to My First Wife : Everytime I See Your Face, it Reminds Me of the Love We Use to Share. I Want You Here to Have and Hold, as the Years Go By and We Grow Old and Grey. But All I have is a Photograph, and I Realize You're Not Coming Back Anymore. I Can't get Use to Living Here, While My Heart is Broke, My Tears, I Cry For You. |
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Long may you Dwell
Long may you dwell in that still-ness of space in that still-ness of space where all else fall;s away. where all that is there. is a moment in time, yes, long may you dwell in that still-ness of space |
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Long may you Dwell
Long may you dwell in that still-ness of space in that still-ness of space where all else fall;s away. where all that is there. is a moment in time, yes, long may you dwell in that still-ness of space GD |
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Edited by
Toodygirl5
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Sat 02/17/24 01:57 PM
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mig25
Nice |
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One does Not Realize the Value of what You Have,
Until it Becomes a Memory. Poem to My First Wife : Everytime I See Your Face, it Reminds Me of the Love We Use to Share. I Want You Here to Have and Hold, as the Years Go By and We Grow Old and Grey. But All I have is a Photograph, and I Realize You're Not Coming Back Anymore. I Can't get Use to Living Here, While My Heart is Broke, My Tears, I Cry For You. |
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The Forever Now
Our hearts beat like the rise and fall of the long day's sun as love interrupts everything unnecessary by creating moments that are necessary At times there may be this cautionary tale of what if lingering in the background like the dark was tempting the forever now with clouds of trials and tribulations Yet without a word spoken time faith and friendship quietly invites the rain knowing that the flower's thirst must be quenched if beauty is to grow |
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