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At the Slow Gathering of the Shadows
By BetaWolfinVA
your sixty first year
will be my last, my true love
unknown cause for true
simple serendipity?
honor cost me true love’s hope
.
auld lang sine I had
unto thee, plighted my troth
ne’er for it back asked
nor e’er regretted the lack
your absence my sole regret
.
unrequited love
since honor came between us
with honor’s dictates
my pride when honor was fulfilled
discarding honor, pride, love
.
too often married
others when in your arms, love
regained my lost soul
its lack tears at my timid mind
inspired hope for return
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Copyright Tuesday, 4 June 2013 HHMCameron
Author's Note:
been putting off writing this one for a while... some times 2044 seams a number too far to reach ...Comments on "At the Slow Gathering of the Shadows"
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On Tuesday, June 4, 2013, RubyXero
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wrote:
sometimes I wonder if we'll reach 2044 all together. Great piece I enjoyed its unique style
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On Monday, June 10, 2013, BetaWolfinVA
(795) wrote:
i tend to write in stanzas of sylables, 5-7-5-7-7... something similar to the Japenese style called renku
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On Tuesday, June 4, 2013, dwells
(4285) wrote:
When women approach 60, and the hormones begin to shut things down, their thoughts turn to other things, sadly. While the men, not so much! So good to see you again Cam, cheers!
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On Monday, June 10, 2013, BetaWolfinVA
(795) wrote:
much can change over the next 31 years...
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