It was a great surprise
Surprise from an old friend
Friend I thought was lost
Lost and gone with the wind

Wind of change is destined
Destined to pull us apart
Apart we drift in this life
Life sure has a stone heart

Heart went back twelve years
Years seemed to retreat
Retreat while we talked
Talked of memories sweet

Sweet time quickly went by
By the end of the call
Call that brought me joy
Joy however small

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*Written for January 10 Days Poetry Camp by undoubtedlymine

#Day5

(Loop Poetry) is a poetry form created by (Hellon). There are no restrictions on the number of stanzas nor on the syllable count for each line. In each stanza, the last word of the first line becomes the first word of line two, last word of line 2 becomes the first word of line 3, last word of line 3 becomes the first word of line 4. This is followed for each stanza. The rhyme scheme is (abcb).

Variations:

1. Stanzas, writers choice on the number, no rhyming, the last word, first word scheme is maintained.

2. One long stanza, no limit on number of lines, no rhyming scheme, the last word, first word scheme is maintained.