what was once there
As you pass by me i have a joy , A joy that only you can bring to me .
As you look at me I feel something that once was strong ...
As we meet eye to eye .... i saw nothing i once was able to see us , but as I way walk away not saying a word that picturefades away and forever it will remain a memory.....
cliftondurant commented on what was once there
08-19-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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