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to meditate
On times past I meditate
Thinking what would be my fate,
If we met when we were young
Would we have to each other clung?
Or would we have split out afar?
In some way so much bizarre?
Well I’m glad we met these days
More mature in many ways,
And I can express my muse
Writing rhymes in verses two’s,
Evolution of the time
A bit platonic but sublime,
Trying to catch up on a chance
Just to see you with a glance.
Thinking what would be my fate,
If we met when we were young
Would we have to each other clung?
Or would we have split out afar?
In some way so much bizarre?
Well I’m glad we met these days
More mature in many ways,
And I can express my muse
Writing rhymes in verses two’s,
Evolution of the time
A bit platonic but sublime,
Trying to catch up on a chance
Just to see you with a glance.
Published 27th Mar 2019
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