Passing Days
You were my yesterday,
a dream left behind
and long forgotten.
And I wake up today,
forever lost in space
and long forsaken.
But the hope of future days,
to find our peace,
we still keep sacred.
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[a poem]
Posted in Writings.
– August 13, 2005
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This is beautiful.
~ X { … and the profile pic — finally! — is quite enchanting}