Yet And Yet Poem by michael oliver
Yet And Yet
A score of years my truth for you
A life without contact captured forever now here
This fact silent absorbed fed by my illusion
Filling the raw reality of moods silent eruption
As I watch myself ailing aging and fading
The flow approaches denouement this layer cake life
Never any release - no -nor any single word
Until death bed lips mouth your conjoured name
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5/10/2024 6:41:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a nice write dear micheal.