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Long Ago

Long ago I was given a medallion, a gift from a beautiful women when she gave it she said "remember" Whenever I look at it, I remember The night, the music, the snow falling outside, the frosted windows This medallion has a flower engraved on it, with the word love When I look at the medallion a song plays in my head a beautiful piece of music called Europa, it haunts me still A night when love was held like a beautiful painting by two souls lost seeking fire with hearts of caged emotion where a timeless sense of forever was burned into the fabric of our wants and needs I can still smell her perfume, still, feel the smoothness of silk still see the candles flickering she lit before playing Europa On a small table, the empty wine glasses reflected the candlelight in a glimmering glow She led me into an unknown world with a smile where every sense was opened and spilled Of all the memories I hold close, none as tight as this one The night I was taught romantic theater by a beautiful woman and her music 3/14/21 contest I Remember sponsor Malabika Ray Choudhury

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Date: 3/18/2021 12:14:00 PM
A brilliant romanticism in free verse my friend. This is golden on golden- " On a small table, the empty wine glasses reflected the candlelight in a glimmering glow She led me into an unknown world with a smile where every sense was opened and spilled Of all the memories I hold close, none as tight as this one The night I was taught romantic theater by a beautiful woman and her music" A fav.. God bless..
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Date: 3/17/2021 4:25:00 PM
Congratulations, Frederic, on your win. Beautiful poem ~ Mala
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Date: 3/15/2021 8:45:00 AM
Yes indeed lovely memories, wine, beauty, and song what more can you ask for? I would love to see your entry for my new contest Frederic, right in your wheelhouse!
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