A Thought

Sometimes you mark a question thinking it will be asked again in case your answer turns out wrong.

What if its not ?

It Could have Been

Opened the eye with your view, 

glorious and serene was the sight,

a touch of beauty and sweet surrender,

a lovely reminiscence that was the night.

The morning wasn't like that, but it could have been.

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The content heart with all its might,

and the angel that resides in thee thus,

smile that cushioned days of furore,

happiness in unison from dawn to dusk.

The glory wasn't like that but it could have been.

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Assuaging pleasure to the eyes,

feel of latent beauty galore,

each moment that compels the heart,

to marvel the scenic views in store.

The sight wasn't like that but it could have been.

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When bereft is thinking of sins of past,

each second of joy an aeon in time,

no uncertainities plaguing the soul,

all served to ears are sonorous chimes.

The story wasn't like that but it could have been.

Good-Bye

The strip of paper, that once a flew,
and land at my feet,though still try,
torn from all edges, and squalid to core,
had all but one word on it, 'Good-Bye'.