Regrets
Had a great lover
let it slip away
Memories block my
progress, but there is
Still sunlight in the morning
Still moonbeams at night
If there is something
in the offing
perhaps the Muse will
let me know
and I'll be blessed
even without her gentle touch
and warm arms
I'll stand by the shore
let the sun and moon do their work
send light into my heart
to heal
even the deepest wounds i
allow creativity to make some sense
of exsistence
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