Now it's mysterious
That passed along this lane
Feel that cling inside
As it's the past of someone else
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Soul still march that yard with whisper But the momentum is still apart That is a conquest past in time Still that rhyme with whole heart! ! Marching of soul without momentum, still with whole heart is the only way open for us. A nice poem.
Past which is past always haunts and makes life whole despite the fact we live always in the present.......... very well composed piece