Instance Poem by Deborah Cromer
Instance
I thought I saw you there, I really thought I did
My vision quenched and blessed by the highest bid
I saw glances of an old someone I dearly miss
My eyes were happy and drenched with heavenly bliss
Only for moments I kept seeing you there
Not to know for always was not fair
Yes, pages still go on and pages are written
With words and ink I am helplessly smitten
Thoughts and feelings fill up too fast
Only drifting around so free with no intention to last
Putting them to paper to last in time
Keeps alive the love, keeps alive the rhyme
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4/24/2024 12:52:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
love and rhyme shall last till time through the paper and pen they exist now as they existed then one has to see, with your eye a new horizon a new sky that bathes in a flush of pink.. your world, your words, images and the link you see, you write the way you think...