New poets will fcome
Old poets will go
So many melting away
Like Sun on fresh snow...
Even the Artic and Antartica
With ice eons old
Will slowly melt away
Without their cold...
How I shall miss the poets
Whose poetry I loved so well
May they one day return capturing me
Once again under their intoxicating spell...
JJSweets 27Oct20 16:03 hrs
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