Monday, December 9, 2013

Memories - a poem

I touch my memories

frozen in time,

crystal clear and cold

from another dream.

Beautiful and unchanged

forever more.

Tapped from my memory

to be remembered.

In full color and glory

so I can see

the places I have

been - remembering.

Each wrapped in a cold mist

and preserved until

I understand

each and every one.

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