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Monday, August 3, 2020

Lost in Time

I felt the sun shine on my face,
ignored the shadow left in my place.
Smiled at her with shy disgrace - -
Never saw me,
she was of grace.
She’s gone now
and yet close somehow.
Like we always have
and always will - -
be lost in time - -
Our hearts - -
ever still.

Posted by John Pag at Monday, August 03, 2020 No comments:
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