Thinking about the girls I’ve loved. This is one of those times when a flood of feelings erupts into prose, and I improvised this poem.
Mindless imagination,
in a world of fascination.
Wordless recognition, is quite an ambition,
Two young people in a state of transition.
Honest conversation, quiet contemplation,
Someone to lend a hand when life makes its demand.
Improvisation, without realizations,
Bad decisions, eroding ambitions.
Whiskers Treasures
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