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Many summers past

Many summers past, we were standing,
for each other’s dates anxiously waiting.
it was then our eyes did glance,
and their arrival we forgot, perchance.

it was then your eyes transfixed mine,
yes it was within our domain, we felt fine,
we stared and glanced and blushed,
at each other’s arms, naturally we rushed.

t was at the spur of moment god granted,
it was our union for ever which was supplanted.
That moment we still remember even now,
it’s good our meeting was fortunate somehow.

ever since we have always remained merged,
totally in each other’s concern submerged.
Still today you know, we remember that hour,
we spent in the drizzling or rainy shower,

when we joined for a long communication,
truly it was meant to be a lasting association...
It was the best of our life’s moments,
passed we have through many a torments,

though it was over a few decades away,
but it still seems as if ‘twas just yesterday.

Yes, many years have lapsed away.

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Structured: Western
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Comments

i don't think i've seen one of these from you before
and lovely loved it is too
true story i presume?

great rhymes ... different .... clever :)

love judy xx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

This was the first poem i composed which my Aussie master

Richard Harrison,
He gave me as an assignment, ab ab, aabb, abcabc etc he taught me
This was composed in archaic style,
not my usual norm
but then I switched back
to my natural illiterate form
of composition since the decade passed

The truthfulness is subjective
as i enter the souls of many
and
so many seek me to write on their behalf
so I call myself an actor of poetry...
unknowing of nuances that poets approve (dare say BRAG)
I compose non -chalantly
as my mind does produce,
garbage the ones which do not meet the norm
Loved is forever in nascent form
I shall convert this piece to poetic lure
Just give me some time
tomorrow for sure..

sorry I did it right now...

loved

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