Past future Poems

Untitled

The music plays,
I listen to its melody,
Then I realize I wrote it,
So I leave;
For it was of another time,
Of another mood,
And my senses say not to listen-
So I leave.

Untitled

The music plays,
I listen to its melody,
Then I realize I wrote it,
So I leave;
For it was of another time,
Of another mood,
And my senses say not to listen-
So I leave.

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  Ray Jordan (1 poems about Past future)
  The 20th century. Wisconsin