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Guinevere Gautam Poem
Time,
Not matter how long
Or how many centuries
would not change you,
Your voice, eyes and touch
Will ring the bells of dead and buried tales,
Your aura, an enigma, would omit and shine
The love I knew was always mine.
Nostalgia swims around my head
Until the moon pales and I
Return to bed.
I cast a spell within my dreams
A manifestation of you
Weaving together our endless seams
~Guinevere~
Copyright © Guinevere Gautam | Year Posted 2017
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Guinevere Gautam Poem
The moon bold and endearing
cast a soft beam of light;
As gently it's nearing,
It's so entrancing
This night
I had to start dancing
What a mad woman is she?!
I heard them pronounce,
I chuckled and laughed
Not caring an ounce
~Guinevere~
Copyright © Guinevere Gautam | Year Posted 2017
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