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I look back, I wish, I wait…

For the most common of all, disgrace

A love, a dream or thought thereof.

As if a beautiful cage released two doves

Hopeless idea, the earth seemed to shake

Tremble, quiver, rumbling of the quake

There is no need to be afraid

Circumstances of choice that have been made

If there were such thing as undone mistakes

Or a chance to have another retake

I would not do so, by any measure

Lessons learn soon become pleasure.

Much Love Much Life