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~the pains are many
and they are harsh
rumbling the distance
shattering the fields
where I ran
as a child
with you
... is now gone
the tears are long
and they are streaming
rivers of memory
rise up to meet me
green leaves swirling
in the orange dust
stealing each sound of silence
... we dare to forget
wet cloth
drapes our shoulders
hides us from sun
and flame
protects us from
the hot fire
that comes again
in long running
that for a moment
keeps pace...
with the memory
... of your smile.

David T. Culver

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by moonrising36109

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This is a very moving poem, I enjoyed the read very much...Memories can be so heart felt sometimes..but we never forget them...Thanks for writing such a moving piece...


( Posted by: JEANNIE45 [Member] On: August 13, 2004 )

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