Time is Past

The time is past for love,
The doves have all flown home,
The hearts are frozen over,
And minds are wandering free.

Inspiration comes ~
To sing, dance, paint,
And all the things that life fill
With awe, with joy, are quaint.

Memories crawl in ~
I miss your warmth, they said,
But we brush them away
And continue to play.

There are no trivial moments,
Frolicking reveries abound,
Filling minds with marvel,
Filing hearts with grandeur.

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