Tears trickle down my face
As our precious imprints over
Years flash when I see your face
Yet fate plays us a cruel hand
Teaming up with time robbing
You of all our intimate moments
As you see photos placed in front
Yet their faces clearly unreachable
To your eyes as your blank stare
Tries in vain to find my own face
Already misplaced in your mind.
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Short Shots !! READERS' CHOICE
PoetryFor those who have read my work Short Shots !! Then one might be aware what this is about. As I have stated before: An author is nothing without the readers so this is my way of expressing my thanks to the those who have read my works and expressed...
