Standing in the shadows of time, wishing
It was all mine; not wanting to let go. Didn’t
I tell you so.
But things move on, and who knows what
Tomorrow may bring; maybe we could start
To sing.
But what will be will be. Just remember there
Will always be a you and me.
Poems By ken makepeace 
This is lovely, it is the colour of indigo.
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