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Archive for August 18th, 2009

tempus fugit

 

time has flown
long days alone
waiting for love to knock
once more at my door

it is no friend of mine
each passing day another line
I cannot stop
the onslaught of time

do not think
love is just the right
of the young
the beautiful, the bright

desirability fades with age
but, I know
deep inside
passion never dies

~~~~~~~~~~~

 

… a fitting title methinks not for the poem alone, but also for the length of time between posts.   This was originally written two years ago, but I’ve been revising and tweaking and learning and this is the latest version – for now!


the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

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