The “ism”

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I will never see you again

For that brief time there

Was a love between us

Now it has become

questionable,life has

It’s reasons,sometimes

There not apparent

At times,we must sit

Patiently and wait

Others times we pace

Back and forth waiting

To hear,love beats to its

Own rhythm & we can’t

Carry it’s tune,so we sit

broken hearted,tears

are the cup we drink

again waiting patiently

How can life be so cruel

To give us joy than take

It away,that inevitable

Question without

An answer,the untold

Secrets and mysteries

Of life’s quiet storm

 

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