We keep the treasures that our hearts cherish,
In quiet times unearth their memories.
Find there the longing and the constant wish,
We want to bring back the lost days we miss.
But roads we tread have ends and journeys cease.
And when a book's last page is read, it's closed,
Just as life leads to where we'll lie reposed.
All rights reserved~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~05.23.15
Rhyme royal poem - 7 lines in iambic pentameter, rhyme format abab/bcc (quatrain and tercet)
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