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HOPE AND DESPAIR
Do you remember all those years ago,
That magical evening when first we met?
September always brings it back to me.
We were meant for each other, you and I.
I thought we’d share a life of bliss,
For richer or poorer, in sickness and health.
But Autumn surely follows Summer’s heat;
So passion dies as lovers are replete.
Perhaps, in time, the memory will fade.
But then you came into my dreams last night
Borrowed from the following sonnets:
Where did it go?
Christmas Eve
September Fall
Fade Photographs
Nobody Told Me
Last Waltz
Summer’s Heat
From Sonnets To Sonnet
Walk Away
Visions
Copyright ©
Bryn Strudwick
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