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1 min readAug 26, 2020
Silent Strings We Left Behind.
It was a meadow in the morning
And the stars on midnight seas
When love was fresh and new
Untainted wishes, unstained dreams
We chartered our destination
In a boat with worn out paddles
With no compass there to lead us
To navigate this charming battle
We visioned and we dreamed well
Of journeys cast to unseen lands
We drank a toast or two to innocence
We wrote love letters in the sand
Yes we were in love for the first time
Though it be the mid years of our lives
The tragic imitation
Leaving all manners of love behind
So I journey on without you
Memories held between the lines
Of a poem that I once wrote you
Silent strings we left behind.
-Kate Mosca Poetry
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