One of a kind by Keith D Allison that tempest she said I'd remember her lips touched mine eighteen thousand two hundred and fifty days ago give or take a breath or so She walked another trail so long ago All Just another unimportant Matter but I remember that tempest of time 08/06/2009 Posted on 08/06/2009 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/06/09 at 06:26 PM Nothing valuble is lost in stopping to take an accounting of time...We keep discovering bits of our selves, and shadows of others, absent by choice or fate. Thanks for this Keith. Posted by Johnny Crimson on 08/07/09 at 01:47 PM sounds so desperate, lost lover (or lust) i'm not sure, but I'm guessing the ladder :) good job. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)