To be
What never was
Possible,
What never could be
In time passed,
What never can return
The impossible wish
Of those,
That in their past life
Could not their own pages,
Write or even turn
Nor even behind them,
Their bridges burn.
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A perceptive poetic expression, dear Ma’am Sandra....10+++