Infinite plains, warm candles of the past

What is left
of those bright days
long ago past,
those singing memories
of love and life,
those sweet and warm candles,
of who we were
and what we meant?

Marcus Antoninus

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Author: Marcus Antoninus

Philosopher, poet and lover of life.

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