can there be
a time
for last
goodbyes
. . .
I still
gaze
in your eyes
clear green
forever
young
a time
for last
goodbyes
. . .
I still
gaze
in your eyes
clear green
forever
young
One poem a day or as the mood strikes me unless I get bored.
- more or less or less - hey stop that
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