I have never been one to dance,
only ever had one romance.
I have loved and held her tight,
standing alone tonight.
Watching the distanced view,
the memories I'm flicking through.
Emotions waving with the breeze,
the trees and their dancing leaves.
Flickering the passing lights,
watching the distanced sights.
Thinking of the past I view,
this bedtime thing I do.
Goodnight to the rest of you.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A poem with dharm and a sense of familiarity that gives it a home like feeling of familiarity. Very nicely done.
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