Where is the Past?
When turning,
And looking backward in time
Many words
And events,
Documented in my rhyme,
Some simple
Some complex,
Some written only for me,
Then there’s poems
Just a form,
Nothing more than poetry,
Still the rhyme
Is my paper history.

Gloom
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