Remembrance (a poem)

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A song plays and the melodie delivers sweet memories.
  I soak in the remembrance.  Deeply, I breathe in the air and it smells like the past. 
 The vision flows through my mind and like a low cloud, falls onto my heart. 
 Bringing warmth, making it beat faster.  It takes me beyond the now. 
 I sit in another realm where the memory lives.  Like an addicitve flavor on the tongue, or a refreshing scent, I crave more; yearning for remembrance to flow in. 
 Just as I do, it begins to fade as the song ends.

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Maddie J. said…
Please read and let me know what you think!
October 11, 2017 at 6:56 PM
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