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Thinking About: Never for Ever
like a waltz with her guilt for a soldier and son
like a foetus that hears and fears fallout’s begun
like the praise for a man who once lit up her floor
like the things we can't find but are still searching for
like a warm song of summer through night scented mist
like the bride who wore black crossing names off her list
like an old heart that pines for a young heart instead
like the drifting in dunes with the sands that run red
like the fun that's had rocking as violins play
like the hate we may hide and hope passes one day
like the wife who penned letters while left on the shelf
- it’s the good and the bad that emerge fom one's self.
Copyright ©
Gary Radice
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