WhyA Poem by Mrs.Sophrosyne7/21/10 Title image by Katta80 http://katta80.deviantart.com/How is it We find so close That which we do not seek? An when sought Cannot be found? Why is it We love the most That which we cannot hold? And when held Slips, fleeting, through our fingers And time Runs like sand Through the irreversible hourglasses Of our lives As we try To hold on to That which we aren't meant to hold And that which wasn't meant to be found
© 2010 Mrs.SophrosyneAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 23, 2010 Last Updated on August 29, 2010 AuthorMrs.SophrosyneCAAboutPlease read and review, I'd really like the feed back to improve my writing. And grammatical, spelling, or other errors, please let me know. Thank you! “Stephen kissed me in the spring, Rob.. more..Writing
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