Prelude To A Tear
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Barry Middleton
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life could be quite simple
yet it is capricious
a promise is like a clay pot
waiting to be broken
regrets are motions of stars
gone awry
every rose drops its petals
into oblivion
love is a fleeting serenade
lost in a storm
a kiss is the silent prelude
to a tear
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