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95. Poem

I ripped open the gift

It smelt the same,

as it always did.

 

The precious gift

With memories within

Of a past well lived

 

The fragrances clear

Faces aren't blurr

Everything frozen, sans fear

 

In a cup full of love

Reminiscing golden days

That once was a beautiful us

 

The seals all broken

Insides now open

Eyes met thence bespoken

 

Everything messed up

Wrappings removing

Destiny sweet still breathing 

◄ 96. Poem

Sleeping ►

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Sunshine

Sun 16th Jan 2022 08:38

Yes Nigel🌷

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Nigel Astell

Sun 16th Jan 2022 00:42

Inside this gift
of once was
is a love
you once had.

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