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Whispers of Gone Years

Soft rain on the glass, A fading, moaned and sighed name, Years slip through my hands, Like sand upon the wind blown, Where did the moments all go? ©bfa040425

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Date: 4/3/2025 11:36:00 PM
touching and thoughtful poetry, enjoyed yann
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Bernard F. Asuncion
Date: 4/4/2025 6:19:00 PM
Much thanks, Yann. Your comment means a lot to me. I treasure your words of encouragement

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