Thoughts of past romances roamed his mind
as he could remember their pulchritude faces
and the joys and sorrows that remained from those relationships
they somehow recurrently would put their hand out from the past
and reach into his heart and squeeze
with a slight mercy of regret and pain
I suppose those women and him had their mark in time
they were once one, but now asunder by space and time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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