For Keats
I
As I gaze upon thou face of sheer beauty
I begin reminiscing about the times with thee
The times at which hour vigor shone upon us like the oriental sun
The times at which hour worries wast but a grain of sand
The times at which hour unadulterated happiness wast present
This feeling of happiness now shrouded by time
All that remains is one frozen moment
One thing to recall my love...
(2016)
Copyright © J.J Bell | Year Posted 2022
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