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Last POEM The last words I lean from my soul. As final symbols of communication. I seek to feel the exuberance of naive love. Real love that creates life and gives life to its borrowers. The brook which flows in heaven’s backyard, the feeling of eternity. The multicolor rainbow of my dreams. How do you begin to possess this fantasia love? What do I have to do to pier through those rose colored glasses forever? To follow the fresh brook of time with bright glistening gold sun shinning rocks demarking the path to starry eye bliss? Youth has no dreads to remember for all of its experiences are new. But my experiences seem skewed as I judged all things from both ends not seeing the beauty within. Love is not granted to those who are cynical of it’s existence but is granted to those who believe ,dream and hope with all their heart to glean the presence of love. Romance is a dream of love that never ends. Love is not the season’s end but that to which my heart remains faithful hoping to the end. P.S. Least I can say I can write and know love from my pen. |
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