The Start

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    The Start

    He came in the winter
    and he stayed until spring
    It was during this time we had a fling
    Then the summer came and we started to fade
    All that we had ended
    how could this not be mended
    Our time was short and I wanted it to last
    but each of us had a past
    And as time went by it made us cry
    now we're apart and back at the start

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    Sadona’s Poems (3)

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    Someone 0
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