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About This Poem
NOW
When I see the dreams.
Of yesterday,
Float by like clouds
I stop . . .
Reach out . . .
And hold them . . .
To my melancholy heart.
One by one
They disappear,
Like sand I clutched . . .
When I was young.
Leaving me with nothing
. . . But . . .
And empty shell.
. . . And, then . . .
I come to now,
When you are at my side,
And pleasure possesses me . . .
Until I cry.
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