20 June 2011

things of heart

its a mystery
just what I know
and nothing throughout history
will ever go
where it wants to go

for time and yet again
that thing of yester year
is not what I could pretend
but what I hold so dear
it is so dear

but the past cannot be be seen
not heard again or kept
within  a dream
it is a ghost, be that except
I can accept

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