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No More A-Roving

by John Stocks


We talked about
Your falling out of love
And timeless tragedies,
The waste of years.
We talked about your tears.

We talked about regret
And the residuals of hope,
The old joys still locked within
The strange beauty that remains
In our cemetery of dreams,
The withering skeletons of flowers,
Drooping on the crumbling graves of lovers.


Copyright © 2011 by John Stocks

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