Contest- 2026-01-15-Write a beautiful Rubaiyat- sponsor Constance La France
Yesterday's love is lost to time Buried upon the hill I climb Her name is etched in marble stone By her grave, I hung a wind chime To dance with the winds that now moan Each day, anguish and pain I own I picture her face with each tear Revealed when I'm at her tombstone Where her voice is soft, yet I hear This imagined sound I revere The pain in my heart will not mend Takes me to a madness I fear The timeline of life can not bend So in my night dreams, I pretend Where we go through time and relive There I will stay until my end
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