Nine Up To Ten O' Clock Poem by Shelta Realms
Nine Up To Ten O' Clock
Rushing to the warmth of the house that stare
deeply in my eyes-oh, a gift of God!
It welcomes back: memories, memories and memories
of hardened emotions and contracted feelings
Ready for a defrosting act
thru a silent battle overnight
with occasional victory cries
and the thumping of hearts...
Friday, September 15, 2006
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4/25/2024 8:17:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow, i hope we could see each other again... The poem is great... I'll bet that you have a lot of good memories during college years like mine... But i am happy to the present situation today in my life.