Poem of old time July 15, 2009
Posted by mslittlefox in Uncategorized.Tags: poetry
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No words
Words lack importance when eyes do the talking,
Ideas lose their meaning when skin becomes impatient
I know memory is a hotel where hosts stay for a short time,
A log where our past is written, a place with no keys to open new doors…
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I don’t live with my past, do you?
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