The future seems to fly by;
The past seems so long ago.
It was then that I saw you;
It is now that I miss you.
You came like a dream;
Faded like twilight;
Then, then that I lost you;
Lost like my thoughts.
Wait, there's a glimmer;
You come through the mist.
The fog of my sorrow,
Begins to not exist.
My joy once postponed;
It is you I see now!
–Alex Christensen and Catherine Miles
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1 comment:
Great job ALEX! THis reminds me of some things in my life! Keep writing! Your so talented! KC
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