A Sonnet Dreamt
Posted Nov 15, 2004
Last Updated Nov 8, 2011
A beautiful moment can’t be kept;
It comes and goes like a sonnet dreamt.
Ancient laughter won’t touch my soul
And perfect days of yesteryear
Sink into the sandpits of time.
We don’t own the moments we share
And the tragedy is far from fair;
But sweet memories are no small prize,
Nor the dreams and hopes in all our eyes.
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