Perhaps poetry is enough
As with time on these aged heels
I can't surrender in thought anything
But just the rays of light
Upon an usual apartment wall
Perhaps not too usual, rather
A lingering like a drifting alley voice
Or a summer song that swings still
And murmurs waiting in my wanton heart.
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Author:
Ian Carpenter (
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- Category: Reflection
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