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Poetry Corner: Thinking of You

December 11, 2015

Sometimes our hearts remember

things even our souls forgot

As I sit here in December

I ask myself  "was it all for naught?"

 

I remember that fling

it seems so long ago.

I don't understand this feeling

and so I just let the words flow.

 

As time creeps slowly past

and the wings of night fly by,

It's time to put the former last

and stop always asking why.

 

No more time to analyze.

It's time to stop focusing on the goal.

It's time to soar above the skies;

it's time to trust my soul.

 

What are your thoughts on this poem?

 

 

Until next time,

 

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