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O tattered stars
how sad the pages torn
at memories loss
the poem lost

forlorn

when word doth

~~~^fly^

eluding~~~~~~                                    
~~~~~~~mental

grasp~~~


then also lost
are treasures of
the past


one time a writer
great talent to be found
an intellect
so very
keen and sound

a readership to
cause to
laugh or weep
sharp wit
with every line
would

leap!/\/\/\/\


now in the
twilight
of your years
you can yet

°°▪¤●☆dream☆●¤▪°°

possess
hopes and fears

keep company
with other
tides and coasts

which will
with every wave
draw out

the

mind's