Memories - March 28, 2024

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Along the meadows of life,

Shifting fibers of grass sway,

Forgotten blades of time long gone,

Yet they stay within me,

Memories.


The sun shines high above the meadows,

The grass burns in agony,

Light that in days gone removed the pain,

Now only creates tides that blind.


I reached across the ocean,

Across the world to a place I never knew,

T'was a place that I found the unexpected,

T'was the place I found you.


Now in the years beyond your love,

The sun scorches the meadows,

The greenery of the grass withers,

Love that was left to time and forgotten by all but one,

Within me the dying fibers scream for release,

But in what world will they get their way?

Searching within myself to find help,

Yet they stay within me,

Memories.

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