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The Poetry of My Life
I reached back through the years
to that precious time and place,
back through the portals of mist -
searching for that special moment
again to touch your smiling face
I heard the music of your words
and felt your gentle touch,
visions of times past still living -
as I lingered a moment
in that place we loved so much
But all too soon as memories swirled
my time with you was over,
only ripples on a mill pond waning -
reality, and the fleeting years
has closed that precious door
Now, long as sanity prevails
and lucid thoughts are still mine,
poetry, love and beauty -
the golden moments of my life -
are defined by you and that day in time
this
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