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Maybe it's not mine

Maybe it’s not mine
The sun doesn’t belong to Apollo.
No one’s name is marked,
No hands grasp its form.
 
They’re here watching,
Waiting, hoping,
That time has no memory.
No bed to lie in.
No one waiting.
 
With a cup full
Of luminescent darkness.
Everything fades
And ideas meet.
In the light
Everything has gone.
What might have been
I, no longer, want.
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Poetry.com 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 15 reviews.
David Justin Abraham More than 1 year ago
nice
scott ritz More than 1 year ago
nice
Mara B More than 1 year ago
WOW
David Metzger More than 1 year ago
i dont even think most people would see the genius in this, but i do, thanks for sharring
Ziad Sarraf More than 1 year ago
will done
Sharon Ducote 8 months ago
Such sadness
ARUN MAZUMDER 8 months ago
fine
Alan Green 'Guppyman' More than 1 year ago
the poet tells of the past lost
Farrukh Azam More than 1 year ago
Its Great Poetry
Fred Lassonde More than 1 year ago
A lot of things I once wanted- I do not care to go after any longer.
Lauren Hannon More than 1 year ago
I like this a lot, beautiful!
Edward Bartley More than 1 year ago
Very deep peacei like it!
Ritesh Singh 13 days ago
amusing poetic effect
Stanley Small More than 1 year ago
Youll find your light again
Kari Kay More than 1 year ago
:)
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