Monday, February 21, 2011

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You laid at my feet wistful memory traces,
as rusty and worn out like the century that has gone by
I've left behind the thought, the hopes,
of building something when blackness overwhelmed my eye.
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Agatha Eliza
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Susan Williams 11 September 2020

I forgot everything that has ever linked us as mortals.- - - -> perfect closing line for this poem

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Edward Kofi Louis 05 May 2016

Wistful memory traces! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Agatha Eliza

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