The old streets
Of Marseille
Are but
A memory now
Disolved by decades
Of Loves traumatic vow.
Two lovers
Once to tread
Those narrow streets
Of old
The memory now faded
Love now grown cold.
The cafe
Under shelter
When Autumn rain
It fell
Your sweet lips
Upon the coffee cup
If only time
Would tell.
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Comments1
Lingering memories lit the aftertaste of coffee are part of this poem. Very nicely written leaving a sense of nostalgia.
thanking you
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