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The Days of my Life
Sand slipping though my fingers A butterfly just out of reach A snowflake in its wondrous design Vanishing in a tear Words whispered so soft I am unable to hear A heart broken more than once Finds it hard to heal But still loves ceaselessly A child’s footprints in the sand Made level by time A grubby hand holding mine Dreams that tell of things to pass And dreams I had that were lost and dashed Pain and joy in level measure Regrets that haunt my waking hours A song that unearths buried treasure A poem that brings more pain than pleasure An electric touch and kiss so deep A weeping woman who needs to sleep Bliss that alights on my skin and bones An encounter that felt like going home These are the days of your life These are the days of my life.
by Carol |