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Afterwards
By midnight we stray
as the journal's obscured
and we can no longer while away
in each other's words.
Now the passing of time beckons for our gaze.
At midnight we stroll
through forsaken frontiers
and we can no longer control
the surge of our dreaming years.
Now the autumn of life spits us from its maze.
It all seems a lark,
leaving us with fading memories
but come the break of dawn
we'll cherish until they've gone.
#writco #WritcoQuote #poetry
as the journal's obscured
and we can no longer while away
in each other's words.
Now the passing of time beckons for our gaze.
At midnight we stroll
through forsaken frontiers
and we can no longer control
the surge of our dreaming years.
Now the autumn of life spits us from its maze.
It all seems a lark,
leaving us with fading memories
but come the break of dawn
we'll cherish until they've gone.
#writco #WritcoQuote #poetry
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