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many midnights ago...
it
holds me
within
not unlike
the grasp of death
upon ones soul
its path
lit with
moonlight
and
rose petals
glistens
in the midnight
of my mind
as memory walks
the frail steps
of recollection
holding
the sweet embrace
of regret
at its side
where is it
the moon
hides your beauty
from my soul?
Hmmmmm. Good poem. it made me think.
Have a nice and beautiful life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~My Best Wishes~
:)