Jun 28, 2019
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Daydreaming under a city pergola
Daydreaming under a city pergola,
There was a time we knew each other,
When days were blissfully round
And words had a clearer sound;
When frost coated leaves seemed
Ornate and cherished,
Falling in Cavatina tones
From sycamores overhead;
But now, the season’s have changed
And the World is less familiar,
And though I resist each turn of the page,
The reader no longer shares my vision
And you no longer pretend to listen.
©DMM
