A desire ,too strong to get hold on
A passion, too vibrant to bridle.
An old school of memories
yet too deep to forget,
flowing through the cruor,
still but not steady.
Not in his , faithfully in mine,
A wish as a glass of wine
wanders through my dearest heart,
recurring the past but queer thoughts.
And I........
still in the shade of that golden dust!
©ssj
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