Sometimes it feels
Like yesterday
Has grasped my thought
Upon today
Once that feeling
Again to rise
Free of tears
So often cried.
Once when years
Were young
A sweetened Summer
A blazing sun
Dry grass pressed
Where we laid
Love was made
In teenage ways.
Once with tears
A broken heart
Loves first wound
You did depart
Yet still
To sometimes
Think of you
Do you think too ?
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: First love
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Comments1
This one touched me Norman. Maybe we all have such a thought and feeling. The sting of nostalgia for something lost in a sunny past. Memories of a spring long ago when one is in fall. It touched me my friend. A fave.
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