To where did it go,
This entity of no substance?
Yet once gone, yearned for,
Though never to return,
Except, perchance, in fantasy.
Where it may change,
To something greater than it was,
Though never real.
But once the moment has passed,
Then past it shall be.
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Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on October 5, 2010
Interesting your making me think..stop that LOL...Love how you wrote this Michael..great work..never stop OK..Hugsss
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