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OF YESTEDAY June 6, 2011

Posted by brownsweaters in poetry.
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Struck by the nothingness of the fog,

Its ability to lift me back to a dream

Of yesterday when you stood, silent,

Next to me, gazing up at the breaking

Clouds, the remnants of a new moon,

And a future that always seemed to be.

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1. Martin - June 14, 2011

Such a melancholic – and hence touching – mood. I am dreaming of a future alike … and still believe. I hope yours did not dissolve like a fog.


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