Writing: Perfection at last

October 31, 2006

by — Posted in Personal Writing, Poetry

I remember strolling with you late at night
Glancing at the constellations watching
Feeling your delicate touch
We talked and listened
As the night air spoke secrets
Sadly reminiscing about the memories
Forgotten in the past
The little problems that seemed huge
Looking back everything was perfect

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