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Amee
Poems
Oct 2015
They asked me how I met him
We met in the lush greens,
We met in the smoke stare,
We met sitting, chatting on a swing,
We met laughing at whatever life would bring.
We met like unstable magnets,
We met under warm blankets,
We met below the shooting stars,
We met on long drives bikes and cars.
We met in swimming waters,
We met drinking quarters,
We met on beaches & shores,
We met and I promise nothing bores.
We met again when we missed the fun,
We met again, our hands were numb,
We met again when there was silence,
We met again with a loss of balance.
And then again we met writing poetry.
When lonely nights ensue, I ponder over the past.
Memories well kept, you wish they last.
One of all those poems in draft I dared to public.
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Amee
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