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Poetry on Sunday: Sometimes

Sometimes

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Sometimes I wonder

Is this it?

Sometimes I wonder

This is it

Sometimes I wonder

Nothing at all

Sometimes I wonder

What if you saw

Sometimes I wonder

The future as the past

Sometimes I wonder

When I will see you again

Sometimes I wonder

I have never met you in my life

But what if I wonder

More in life

Sometimes I wonder

New beginnings and ending ends

Sometimes I wonder

Looking for a friend

Sometimes I wonder

Is this it?

Sometimes I wonder

This is it

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