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| Tempest Windswept Days These are windswept weary days of life, torn by stifled, splintered strife, often between a man and wife. These days full of chaos swirl, tossed and turned to twist and twirl, often suspend them in a whirl. These days remembered, moment's pain, lodge themselves in depth of brain, often powered hurts remain. These days of aching tempests pound, push these woeful thoughts aground, often only these are found. These melancholic images dance, forgotten pictures of romance, often lose their second chance. These days and more crush, pull, unwanted feelings, lover's fool, often only heart's frozen pool. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by: Ivan Aivazovsky [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons |
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old friends searched online for former friends surprised to see untimely ends friends, their spouses, moms and dads sad to see the deaths they had the inexorable tick and tock of time, leads us all to fields, sublime through twisting, turning hands of fate, soon we'll all be known as "late" years roll on, time is passed no one knows how long it lasts each life is counted out by days as friends we oft go separate ways friend's faces show the lines of age as each one turns his separate page fools fleeting time waits for no man eighty years our lives may span so count your days with special care for who knows how, who knows where our beating hearts will one day stop find old friends before they drop © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image adapted: By SDRandCo via morguefile.com
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