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When We Were Young

I remember you from when we were young We never paid much mind To the mingling of our eyes We never said goodbyes To the moments we'd find We weren't much more than strangers You, with your boys to lead Me, with an oppressor to oppose How conversely our trees rose How distant our sown seeds You have all but forgotten the way we never were The way we never kissed The way we never loved Rightly, she flew free, that dove Rightly, that train was missed But, here I’ve found you in the present sun Your curls still yellow-gold Like I recall them to be There, under a willow tree In passing of stories told I can feel how you're wondering so quietly Not so different you and I As ages have come to pass Steeped in fields of grass Under the same empty sky Worlds apart have ways of closing distance Everything changes by and by When entrusted to Father Time, Perhaps words can learn to rhyme Perhaps our collision grows nigh

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Date: 9/7/2017 11:10:00 AM
A very beautiful written poem, I ve read other poems of you as well but I decided to comment on this one, you write really beautifully and I really like this poem of yours, the imagenary, the rhyme everything was perfect, why did you stop writing poems? You write so well, it s been 4 years since you ve posted a new poem, best of luck and do inform me when you post a new one, one more thing, do me a favour, can you plz read my poems as well and tell me how they are
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Date: 5/21/2016 9:42:00 AM
Andy E, well penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT*
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Date: 8/10/2013 6:50:00 AM
Beautiful, well done. A nice change from 'the way we were' to 'the way we never were' Loved it
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Date: 8/2/2013 11:11:00 AM
This is so good, moving to my favorites,7s all the way.
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