Poetry of TimeA Poem by Alfred KukitzFor ChrisWe were in some old abandoned memory. It must be centuries since this memory applied to living things. How shall we search? How shall we approach this find? We looked beyond the obvious, Trying to have the poem find us. There in the cobwebs of time stood the elements of rhyme. We shook the foundation of this old, old memory and Found ourselves in the poetry of time. © 2014 Alfred KukitzFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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