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I step outside,
..the memories flood my soul just as the arid wind surrounds my body.
I close my eyes,
..and hear the long forgotten sound of a child\'s golden laughter.
It fills my mind,
..they caress and warm me even more than the desert sun that is on my face.
I ache,
..to recapture the moments past, they escape my desperate grasp,
..they float away from me as the small white butterfly I see fleeting by.
Sorrow,
..fearing that I may never know such innocence or happiness ever again.
4-8-03
..the memories flood my soul just as the arid wind surrounds my body.
I close my eyes,
..and hear the long forgotten sound of a child\'s golden laughter.
It fills my mind,
..they caress and warm me even more than the desert sun that is on my face.
I ache,
..to recapture the moments past, they escape my desperate grasp,
..they float away from me as the small white butterfly I see fleeting by.
Sorrow,
..fearing that I may never know such innocence or happiness ever again.
4-8-03
Passing thoughts as I am visiting the home of my childhood and out & about in the town I grew up in.
© 2003 - 2024 ladysunflower
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That is absolutely wonderful. I could feel every emotion reading your poem. And it does leave a very bittersweet feeling inside. that is beautiful Lady Sunflower.