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  • Lost Love

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    I lay in my bed
    It used to be ours
    It seems a different size
    Than it once was
    I wonder at the change

    When it was new
    It was perfect
    A gift of love and best wishes
    It was just right

    Then it was small
    Not quite enough room
    Not quite enough covers

    It was lonely for a while
    An empty space
    Now taken by pillows

    It’s fine now
    Just the right size
    I marvel at the change

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    am2anangel commented on changes

    06-17-2009

    this is a very intriguing visual journey using the metaphor of a bed to symbolize a broken relationship and how you cope in the end. I enjoyed this work.

    lightcourier commented on changes

    05-09-2009

    Good form! A hard fence to leap over. Good work Thanks!

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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