Martas poems:

Saturday, November 9, 2013

I would love to be able to find the secret passage to what once was mine so I could again behold the man you used to be... for then I could dwell among the shadows of your mind oblivious of the cruel and destructive tides of time... but its too late, too late for me to reach what I could not keep, what was not meant to be... or perhaps not late but too soon, for there are other chances I am told other lives into which we will be born and again, G-d willing, love The murmurs of the forces of fate... Sign in to see full entry.

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