Another Time
you hold me, once more
in a way neither will forget
the last rays of afternoon
shining in on us
we talk of little things
unimportant to us now
leaving the heavy stuff
outside the door
along with all that once meant all
swept under the welcome mat of
another time
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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