Old Flames...


Of autumn leaves
And purple violets
And crystal dew drops
Clogging my heart,
Of all the absurdities
And the perplexities
Of new found love,
Of the magic of its wondrous charm
And the pristine perfection
Of its coveted beauty,
Of the unsullied approach
That is but once in a lifetime
And the blissful ignorance
That comes with it,
And of the heart break
That follows with mourning silence
In the cheering footsteps
Of cupid’s mistake;
Of all those things
In which I no longer have a say,
For me,
Is it a boon or a bane?

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