History Repeating

A fire burns.
It’s flames, passion stirred in
stories told of victory or, defeat.


if we have loved
how then, can we lose.

There’s none to blame
no sackcloth’s to wear which hide
the stain of tears.

Touch my heart
it still beats the same
Keeps its rhythm even
without rhyme or reason

 And, the fire’s dying embers
warm a soul which knows its truths
still lie between the lines, unsaid.

I weep for you
for me
and for loves labours lost in
History repeating.


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I like this song by Dame Shirley Bassey & the Propellerheads (and like the seasons repeat) I believe in many different ways, history does repeat itself, over and over again, unless it’s something we wish to put an end to.

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