The memory
is that long lost & faraway place,
Where words
of love disappear without trace,
Where tears
of joy dissipate in strangled choke,
All I seek
grasping, flies away in black sad smoke,
Memories are
moths singed in flickering flames,
Where passions,
by ancient time are sorely tamed.
Memories are
eagles, dancing my dreams away,
To where candy-floss
clouds gently rock & sway,
Wrapped in
the ancient´s mantle of mists in dawn,
Enfolding in
our gathering, old memories are born.
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