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The Dream That Almost Was


There are moments in time

When the sun pauses, to bid farewell,

On perfect midsummer nights,

As cool hawthorn begs me to stay,

For just a while longer, and you.

Months and years will pass,

And all shall return to me;

Memories – pollen scented,

Of a time when the stars were clear,

But the future was not.

Lost then within me is a story,

That I alone will ever know,

Yet one that others shall unwillingly read,

For in my eyes,

You were the dream that almost was,

And whose life is slow to fade.


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