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Post by Ken Corbett on Jun 24, 2003 9:58:47 GMT -5
My past is a patchwork of places and faces I’ve seen and touched and sorted away.
A well I dip into, to bring up memories, and compare my present to yesterday's dreams.
I bring you up today, gaze on your face, replay adventures we shared in our time.
Satisfied once more, I gently lower you back where you belong, not far from the top.
Each drink from the well slakes my thirst by reminding me I knew your love.
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Post by Elle Rush on Sept 25, 2003 9:32:15 GMT -5
Reminiscing and lovely, Ken... so many turn the feelings they experience into something bad when relationships change. It is beautiful to know and acknowledge that certain people touch us in a way that stays forever- even if they don't. Enjoyed this greatly.
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Post by Solace512 on Jun 25, 2004 11:44:07 GMT -5
loved your poem!!
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