This is an ad-libbed version of a poem I wrote in college. I'm writing this from memory and not notes, which is sort of spooky, even though I memorized part of it. I haven't submitted anything for a while, so here goes nothing on an empty stomach.
I got the idea to post this after reading Trixie Love's "Cold and Lonely Nights" on this site, so blame her.
But do they ever return? Is the moment ever exactly the same? Another Issue. lgl
Reviewed by Mark Mahoney (Reader)
Reviewed on August 21, 2003
Very nice, those we miss we'll see for sure one day, good well written piece, well done...Mark
Reviewed by fare good (Reader)
Reviewed on August 10, 2003
This is touching it brings tears to my eyes, your words flow as they were coming from within the spirit of the heart master poet. Thank you for your comments.
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many Steve!
She is an extreamly
sweet poetess!!!
James
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
Well, I will take
this as a lovely compliment...
Thank you...
Great job...
Trixie :)
heartbreaking cry...i felt the despair and anguish
excellent write
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :(