Today carries at heart
the vivid memory of the past.
Distant story;
constant worry
that With sorrow flooded life.
Distressed welcome,
bygone thoughts
make me shiver and bring back
how important it's being apart.
In my memoir, I must share
the antiquity of the insane.
And apart this time around
we can visit what was found...
This poetic, rough embrace
in remembrance of our space
that not long ago we shared,
Honors history of the time
And the love that we once borrowed.
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