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Thursday, October 21, 2010

Poem 7: A Moving Experience

It was a moving experience that brought me away…
That stole me from this year old place
And threw me into hands anew.
I wrought in pain, this path from you.
It was soft words that were spoke.
Silent emotions were evoked:
A crisp remember; bright recall.
A moment’s whisper now hid all.
It was a thought of past gone by.
I left this place far past, behind
And stole myself away into
A beginning that was shinning new.
For things of past and things of old
Will fade away if left untold.
But this tale I retell is true.
I leave it opened to renew.
I leave it open just for you.

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