I still recall in her in the sun
Her curly hair of amber;
Those questions, never passing lips,
That found therefore no answer
There’s times the darkness closes in, and
Times of pure elation;
We search for love, we think, but really
Seek out validation
I let her go and she let me.
The golden days have faded;
For when we never find ourselves,
Our souls grow old
And jaded
To share is human:
Amazing poetry my friend. Thank you for the wonderful photos and poetry shared. I love your work.
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Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.