Cherish

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Cherish

Your presence in my eyes I cherish
but cannot keep
for it dosen't belong to me

My heart is broken
and the tiny shattered pieces
are swept away by your smile.

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

BethAnne1960’s Poems (1)

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