PastA Poem by HPortal 2A past friend flew by the moon A past enemy regrets unspoken feelings A past hero trails an endless wheat field A past owner’s words echo in an empty arena A past secretary blooms through solid hate A past Research center decays, weeping to itself A Past that will never be told. © 2011 HAuthor's Note
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