my heart reaches out to periods of devotion
of time passed, that when young i though
would last forever, heart never broken.
dreams would never be old or done
waves drift away, then return
life would never change, or run
away with my hearts thoughts to another place
where they would become intangible
but knowing they were hidden without
a trace..they would be found, another day.
right where i need them, at the right time
they would come alive, again
in evening thoughts, in verse or rhyme
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