(untitled) Poem by Ivo Rolo

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We laid out in the grass
Amongst the Spring kissed daisies;
Holding hands liek two kids
Whose love enlightens their mess
Of a life with such bliss.
And how crazy is it,
That we'd come to miss
The hidden and rare beauty of love's routine.
The usual daily basis
Off to a vague, blissful memory.
But I'm not even sorry.

Thursday, March 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: break up,loss,love,melancholy
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