The face I once loved
Now shallowed and cold
Upon summers sweet smell
I tried once to hold.
But that cruel rebuffal
That appears in dream
Wore bitter finalty
After forty years is still seen.
In a face that I never
Recognised today
Your loneliness etched
In a time far away.
I wanted to hold you
Speak of good times
Forget the pain
The agony and lies.
But time it has deemed
We once were one
In bright sun of youth
The day we begun.
Time now to whisper
Some wandering words
Some smiles from a past
That lies sleeping and curled.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
A fine write, Nephilim.
Thanking you for those kind words
An emotional journey of sadness at looking what used to be, a really well written piece, thank you
you are very kind thanking you
You are very welcome
The afterglow of your remembrance that you can talk about now.
I think it's wonderful.
many thanks, appreciated
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