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Oh, those times
I remember
when we madly
loved each other
and splashed
it all over
not worrying a bit
about the slush
and the mud
and the currents.
Everything around
us stood still
and within
the storms of passion
raged
and carried us
on the crest of
a new wave
that came with the
torrent of love
and we survived.
As I stand at the edge
of the pond that
hides our
treasures
and secrets
and mysteries
unfathomed,
I only remember
and carry that love
beyond words.
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