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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
pale ghosts
SoulSurvivor
(C) 16/10/2013
I wrote this poem a while ago
If you don't like the format please let me know and I'll change it. I wanted it to have a rather concrete feel.
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