#38 (Ffrom, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

#38 (Ffrom, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’)

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O uneasy memories,
Wind breezing through the trees;
Lonely times again are here,
I thought you'd care.

Love is like a growing breeze,
Some get lost others it frees;
I see your past everywhere,
Wounding like a spear.

I won't beg and I won't please,
Even try to make up peace;
Even though you were quite dear,
Through our loving years.

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