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Petrarch
QUIET murmurs where we sat
and spoke about it
How the world is losing love
and kindness
You told me you loved me
and now there are tears.
I may not always see you
and sometimes we doubt it
Angels above will surely show it
and a single touch shows me
what I'd be without you
How through life we sing sometimes
bravely and at times out of tune
but together we get through it all
with the help of my lovely friend
Picnics, bills, mornings raining
Nighttime freezing is the season
of living and loving carefree by
hearts binded and entwined in love.
:: 03.28.2023 ::
Copyright ©
Ernest Robles
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