Words Of Old Poem by Howard Dalton

I've Seen You Written Many Times Before

Speaking Of Wants, Or Of Love Explored

Abstract Ramblings, Opening Doors

Awakening Memories Deeply Stored

Juggling Emotional Pens, Flying Quills

Ink Splattered Paper Of All Our Ills

Spread In Sentence, Paragraphs Held

Catching Breaths, Goose Bump Chills

Taking Fantasy, And Making It Real

Making Us Forget All Madness We Feel

Monsters With Names Of Love

Faith Floating In Heaven Above

A Cauldron Of Spells Stewed

Time Is Endless In All We Knew

Tomorrow Never Awakens Until We Do

New Chapters Written In Words Of Old Made New

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