Lost Poem by Richard Lewis

Lost

Lost in the 50's tonight,
as the fog comes a
rolling in, in a better state of mind,
mind over matter, as we meet at Destinys shore,
our hearts afire, desire a kiss from you to me...

Friday, March 6, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: fog,kiss
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