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Friday, 1 December 2017

[Poem] My Colorful Past

Coal eyes, topaz eyes, 
Flashes of a colorful past; 
Swirling into the vortex 
Of buried love sea bed. 

They cannot be touched, 
They can no longer touch me. 
Time never heals wounds, 
As long as memories thrive. 

Harsh words, nectar kisses, 
Melting into the pelting rain; 
How could hurt that burned, 
Taste bittersweet now? 

Fast cars, thatched homes, 
Look the same under streetlamps. 
Reflections will never lie 
As long as the soul unchanges. 

 Copyright © WinePoetess 2017

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