by : Bacardi Gold

browsing old pieces of gathered thoughts
olden eyes flipping through written voices
collections of cold more remote yellowed posts
reading lines in between the frozen bridges
wandered through scenes on dusty episodes
believing not fully obscurity in doubt
amazed remembered suddenly recalled
authorship owned without a blocking cloud
sharp mind worn-out years has claimed
prized golden goal forgotten and regained
respect the shared times of a sharpened pen
a truthful mind is never to be blamed
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Well said, I particularly liked the last two lines
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thanks for the particulars…Be safe !
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