A poem of when you are anticipating something new, but have yet to let go of the old.

Poem: Dwelling on the past, don’t let keep you from moving forward!

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A poem of a woman in love with a married man.

A poem of missing the one you love.

Does it affect us to linger in the past?

The first part of chapter seven.

Chapter Seven: A Day At The Circus: Part One.

WITHOUT MY PRICELESS BELOVED.

To say is synonym of to tell. We hear about statements and tellers. We learn about Port Said and the names Said and Saida in Egypt former British Protectorate under the United Nations and Palestine and it is in a sismic zone from Port Said now Cairo or Alexandria in the past to Bujumbura in Burundi through the rift valley of Ethiopia for one day there will be a clear cut between Africa and the Middle East geographically speaking because of the global warming if it not controlled like on some islands.

If I could go back
There are so many thing that I would change
Obtain that of which I now lack
And set things I never did to engage…

…We waste our lives and lose our selves
And regret will feast on that time which we set a waste
Rising up from where it dwells
How salty these regretful tears do taste.