POETRY

Memories

Like something in a mirror…

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But I love all the old memories,

the way they leap and dance

like something in a mirror.

I fall into a trance.

Shimmering and wavering

like heat waves in the sun.

If I only had the power to return

I’d change what’s done

OR I’d never change a thing.

I’d just do it all again.

The memories are my lovers,

my dreamers and my friends.

Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

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