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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2001 Dec 15 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.15.09.03.30726]] |
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Midnight haunts me with dreams Leaving only a bitter taste Of Time Gone by Memories of a tiny girl's figure Framed in locks much like the Golden sun's rays So hungry for attention And demanding for all Eyes on her And she found this in him His eyes of tender brown Nearly consumed her youth She was his world and He was her life And together they shared in love And should she have Known that no other Would ever prove truer Her curiosities would have Surely been ceased and calmed Her firey red locks now Cut ragged to the chin Frame only the tears Falling gently on paper and ink Blurring thoughts on a love now past |