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| Evening Tide - taken near Old Forge |
Memories like cymbals
clanging
In each empty corner of each
room
Feelings left unfinished
Brushed aside to hide the
pain
Of love
Time heals they say
But that is not so
It only deadens a heart grown
heavy
And our life when filled with
woe
It marks the channel of the
oceans current
Changed by our tides ebb and
flow
So out on this sea of life we
sail
Not knowing the way wind may
blow
Poems left for other lovers
Line by line written so
But memories prove
unforgiving
In feelings that eyes do not
show
Life is like a bottle
Set adrift at evening time
The ride it takes only guided
By the moon and earthly tides
With no control and no clear
path
We wander shores of sand and
sea
Always searching for love
And in the end find life’s
realities
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