I'm now remembering lost yesterdays,
When the going was here going still on;
And our hearts were still in the burning trays,
We had love and yes too much of every fun.
Every hour was feeling becoming fine,
Every morning I woke up to be fresh;
The days were full of laughter and sunshine,
Before my heart became knotted in enmesh.
There is a light away gone forever,
Every word from there lost now at and gone;
The thoughts that once were so new and clever,
Losing their sound like sweetest carillon.
Yesterdays were standing a while ago,
Oblivion now chiming to the distant grow.
From The Lost Sonnets: http: //the-lost-sonnets.blogspot.com/
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