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Floating on a grain of sand,

Through time and space we expand,

A little less confident,

A little more desperate.

 

I fell into you at the end,

A moment folded to repeat again and again,

A feeling felt to late,

We missed the warm embrace of fate.

 

Are we blurred into denial,

Who's feelings before us on trial,

Are we in a bowl so the world may look,

Or are we the words read in a book?

 

Are the answers in the stars above,

Has Cupid forgotten the meaning of Love,

For when I look into your eyes,

So many things of life I finally Realize.

 

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It's a nice poem.  However in the 2nd verse, line 3, you had: "A feeling to late," instead of "too late."  Good poem.  Thanks.

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