Memories
Memories come to dust
Cluster round the careless past
We began the thing we must
With no another cast
How could I bring my trust
In plain stupidity of heart
That didn't go along the lust
And never seemed an art
A sighing sea for us
Was singing future in advance
But I went by the icy crust
To find my better chance.
26.10.
Memories
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