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Sweet Memories
Ah, sweet memories from long ago
wove in a mysterious way
into the present time we live.
They surface everyday.
They were dormant for so many years
lying in repose,
never knowing the force they held
like the thorn beside a rose.
It pricks the skin that presently bleeds
and imbeds itself in your heart.
The memories awaken and come alive
and then they play their part.
poem
by
Edwina Reizer
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