I sometimes think
She is immortal
Memory cast
Upon a golden pool
Sunshines glimmer
An eternal Summer.
I sometimes think
She is a legend
Time suspended
Upon that sway
Upon the moment
Now gone away.
She is a victim
Of times cruel hand
Aged as I
Men walk by
No longer
Admiring glances
Only to live
Where poetry dances.
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Only to live where poetry dances. Such a beautiful and wistful line. This is definitely a fave
much appreciated thanking you
That's is a wonderful piece of writing, cracking last line
so glad you enjoyed, thanks
You are very welcome
Beautiful
very kind
You're welcome
The last lines are awesome.
much appreciated thanks
Nice write. I would enjoy a vacation to where poetry dances. Lol
i am sure it would be a great holiday
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