with images musically.
Remembering past times with heart-felt eyes and senses.
Seeing childhood just as it was, nothing changing
except my aging even more, every time I go back in my
mind.
Lifetimes are held until death takes us away for ever, silencing our lives even in memory.
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Trees standing alone in a park, planted far away from each other –
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Medals of honor placed upon the soul of a loved one.
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