In The Yesterdays Of Love Itself Poem by Shirley Harrison
In The Yesterdays Of Love Itself
A true fools torture
is to be bitter
to reminisce
of what could have been
what is, is what is meant
and
what will be
we shall see
in futures eye
that will then be, in the past
and therefore...
in the yesterdays of love itself
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