No words accepted...
A man of heart, acting smart,
No feelings, no attachments,
Wishing to do good, enjoying the moment.
I think his name was Mike..
The man of the Aspen Mountains,
Athletic, travelled, smart...
We met once, and once spoke.
Still, he lives in my memory.
Take it to his heart,
blowing words of wisdom,
I am his friend, for once I was a little more.
Stunning are the words you sing his praise this night forever and a day you part in pain...beautiful tone these words again I'm blind to read..iip
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A refined poetic imagination, Florida. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.