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To My First Love
you are the weaver of the dreams of the earth
and i am the herder of its cows
and how the river of life has parted
us
is not just a myth, it is a fact
and now that we are still so many light years apart
we grieve
but we were given the promise of the gods
that one day we shall meet again
soon after the rain
even when the flower of our youth is gone
soon after the rain
we shall meet and make love again
even in our mind
that my love,
we must always remember
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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