Until Then
Time and miles,
And the curve of the earth,
Hath left our love,
In want and dearth.
As we drink the sorrow,
That fills our cups;
Time washed memories,
Demand worship.
Note the ire,
That leaves us gaunt.
'Tis only my dreams,
Give you leave to haunt.
This dastardly world,
Has written our fate.
Hold on my love...
We shall meet at the Gate.
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Poem a Week Challenge
PoetryHello to the Poets Pub Poem-a-Week Challenge. We are challenging all of our members to start their own collection and write a poem each week. Here we will be featuring all of the authors who are participating as well as some of their poems. We wi...
