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Stanzas Of The Past

She writes stanzas,

Rhyming words with the past,

Enlivening every moment gone by,

Finding ways to bring them,

To be in them,

Somehow, through poetry.

But tell me,

How many times can someone,

Rewrite falling in love,

Yet retain the magic,

Of the moment,

Just like the actual one?

When today,

None of them are,

Not even close to love,

Or for that matter close?

One day,

She’ll find a new form of poetry,

With new rhymes and meters,

Then one day she’ll know,

How writing those previous words,

Was so important to write,

The ones she now means from the heart.


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