We were kids on the slope. Our life together a carnival rocket ride.
Our love a tilt-a-whirl beneath those downy covered skies.
There were tsunamis with us against the universe or so we believed.
Gone now, I sometimes stand by your little farm and its marker.
It rains and then the sun shines.
We'll meet again.
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Author:
JDB (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 7th, 2024 23:07
- Comment from author about the poem: It\\\'s about someone I loved for most of my life.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
So sweet of you.
Thank you, young lady.
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