I’m sorry; said the stooped man to the other (who was weeping) Don’t be; said the weeping man my predicament is mine They came across each other on the pathway – enticing Companionship and friendship – humanity’s design They sat on the bench that day – that day with sunshine gleaming As the one he […]
Tag: memory
By the window
I was standing by the window in the house that I called home Looking out upon my past embellished on my own My memory spoke clarity – preponderance of good Afresh – anew – the wind blew in experience of should I should – should not oh, time forgot the thunderclap […]
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