Rumination

Rumination short poem

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The time of youth maintained its presence ,
Never move and detaches the young to the old,

The memories of spring clouding the vision of departing days, here the wine flowed,
the cup filled to its brim,

celebrate the old fellas, and times
in their ancient accoutrements,

remain young in my arteries
where the heart pumped fresh blood and-retain its immortality and clout,

and watched the old parade of home movies , rejoice in old fecklessness,

where the old audacity stared at the new
helplessness,

enjoy the last screenings of an old movie.

In the comforts of your mind.

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Rumination

Rumination short poem

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