Poetry

Now

Impossible
Improbable love
Before me
You
In the future
Me
In the past
An intense death
At first bloom
Now
A glimmer
In the present
Passion
Thought dead
Manifests
Forgiveness
Flowers
Fire
Yearning is deep
Daydreams are of you
Nocturnal warmth from you
It’s time
Come ’round

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