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an instant replay
whispers of doubt lisp on the snake charmers lips
we came to escape from the grayness of our own little trips
tell her I love her, miss her
penetrate the fog of despair
wait upon the wishes of your eyes
and the echo calls, who is me?
though death came with envy
you have been watching the skies
a moment in time, a verse scribbled
drops of red wine and my blood dribbled
so when she goes down to the wood today
tell her memories are believed like an instant replay
Wow! I love to read good
Wow! I love to read good poetry and give feedback when I see the need like now. You are a very good poet.