By: Michael White
Let me clasp your hand in mine
Together we’ll enjoy the view
City rooftops out of line
Factory chimneys, streets we knew
Remember when we walked together
Pavements glistening after rain
Heedless of inclement weather
Lost in youthful love’s domain
Twilight years have now descended
Precious memories remain
Dreams of youth are soon transcended
Streets of magic, golden rain
Let me clasp your hand in mine
Till we’re ready to depart
Re-incarnate or this lifetime
Never shall we be apart
Michael White
Poems & Images by Michael White
Daily Quote: "Basically, the only thing we need is a hand that rests on our own,
that wishes it well, that sometimes guides us."
~Hector Bianciott
Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: confessare / to confess / verb
- Example: Dopo poco tempo lui si è pentito e ha confessato il suo delitto.
- Translation: After a short time he repented and confessed his crime.
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I enjoyed reading this poem, maybe it has to do with affinity, and also a lovely use of words.