Lost Poetry

Today I lost a poetry,

I forgot it somewhere,

and from there disappeared,

like the bond,

between you and me.

I wrote that poetry,

I took it apart from all,

to be sure to shape it good,

before the lights,

could be upon.

That poetry was for you,

and again here we are,

time has not helped me by,

but for you, this ain't new.

That poetry was for you,

yes, again,

another brick, another drop,

to a stairways to the stars,

to may one day,

reach you one more time.

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This poetry has been made since I lost one I made some days ago, that I kept apart but forgot while going on with my life. That was very good, sad that it's now lost forever