In Another Time
You and I have met before,
Roaming the sweaty streets of Cairo,
Listening to the sound of the desert,
Searching for the hidden oasis.
Alas – that was in another time.
You were sleeping
As the caravan moved on.
I was gathering the fragments
Of a broken song. And life passed,
And the next, and the many,
But in life´s spinning cycles
We will meet again and again,
And there will always be
A faint remebrance
And a faint sorrow.
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This was my first poem posted on PS, but it was written many years ago. I have been a member for a year. I like being part of a community of poets. The main way PS helps me become a better poet is that it motivates me to sit down and write.
I actually still like this poem, some images still speak to me.
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