Take Care Of This Poem by David Blake
Take Care Of This
Of all the nights and dreams, the
visions and wishes made in vain,
I see you through the haze of
change. From the past, to the
future and everything that no
longer remains I await the
summer rain. Whispers or war,
time and love, the breath of life
blowing from places unseen, a
grim reminder of mortality.
Knowing what is now, I have lost
forever yesterday, and the
chance to say I am sorry.
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