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‘Yesterday- Became- Today’

‘Yesterday- Became- Today’

In our quiet solitude 
We found peace,
For peace remained the tools'
Of our trade.

Tenderness flowed
From your crooked smile,
I sighed!
How I loved you and why'

I would catch your eyes
You would lower your gaze,
Just like a small boy
Who has just been praised;

You gave me many many things
Money could never ever buy'
Priceless were those moments
Spent side by side'

Thirty years since we shared
Our youthful dreams,
We blinked' and yesterday
Became today.

By  Olivia johns Wright 

 

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Tony Taylor

Very cool OLIVIA!!.....I must admit though.....you threw me for a loop with ~

      ~ " For peace remained 
          the tools of our trade.."

Still haven't quite figured that out!! (smilez).....regardless, I found this VERY compelling!!......ALL STARS!!......well done girlfriend!!.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo ❤

 

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Olivia J. Wright

Thankyou for reading me T - this was a dedication poem - about someone dear that  l lost - our life’s pre-occupation was of living a peaceful life ie: trade - as expressed of occupation.
That being the tools of ‘our  trade’ so to speak, not sure if I making
myself clear.:  )  
regards & cheers ?

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