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Poetry from within
   

A NEW POEM




And even now I sit and dream



Not knowing how it might have been



Exactly where we two did meet



Which hour, which second, on which street



Perhaps in summer, spring or fall



Or even if we met at all



Eventually my dreams of you



May one day prove to be untrue

Don Holmes


FootNote: Couldn't find inspiration for a new poem, so wrote this acrostic