The First Time As Always
sweet will it always
be
the first kiss
the first love making
behind the
barn on the
haystacks
sweet as the remembrance
be
the first walk by the sea
the first holding
of the hands
sweet to recollect all the first
pieces of you
treasures of the mind
the heart
that falls in love for the first time
after grieving.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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