Ten summers have passed since I wandered there last
Though I've never forgotten the way.
Many times, I have thought that maybe I ought
Let tendency lead me astray.

When once I was young and springtime had sprung
And all of the day was sunlit.
It was then I was swayed by a maudlin charade
Much more than I care to admit.

How demons evoke when we met by the oak
Blaze whispered and purred in our ears;
I think of it yet, during evening's onset,
It has stayed with me down through the years.

Then time scurried by and so you and I
Were mislaid in a blizzard, so cold,
Where time is the thief of forbidden belief
And sombre remorses grow old.

Yet today I don't mind of the times when I find
Reflections bear all that remain.
I know that, alas, ten winters could pass
Before I may go there again.



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Mohamed Sarfan's picture

Dear Poeter, These lives are spent collecting memories. Every man’s mind is filled with tens of thousands of sweet memories and a few bitter experiences. The mind alone travels through the imagination throughout the ages as it were within the chambers, like the journeys of boundless celestial clouds. Because, the experiences and lessons that travel gives to every human being are amazing. Write More Congratulations

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