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The street was dead and dusty, the man was old and grey
His mind’s eye wandered back in time, a thousand years away
When every day was summer, and all Love’s dreams were new
When lips and limbs were supple, and hearts were warm and true.
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A very fitting and well written tribute to romance... and how if it is not equally fed over the course of time... it will die of starvation... wonderfully penned, Sir!
It might have been for the better, who knows what fate has in store. Young love doesn't always remain through the years. A great poem Thomas, beautifully rhymed as always
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7/29/2025 11:02:30 AM # 1.0.0
Oh! What poetry... i read it with my heart in hands....waiting for a happy end... you know... like in a movie....i could see when they found each other...Sad and beautiful....