Never quite forgotten,
loving mem’ries,
Drift and sift in shadow’d
halls of mind,
Replaying as the tunes
of ancient hist’ry,
Recaptured round
the campfires left behind,
Smok’d in peat,
and perfum’d with the past tense,
Indelible on senses,
ink’d in blood,
Never quite forgotten,
treasur’d always,
Give and take, remembered consolation,
Never quite forgotten gifts of love.
Great poem!
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Thank you.
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Haunting and beautiful. I’m looking for the people of the past to step forth and show me the life they lived.
WOW Great poem.
Susan 💖
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Thank you so much, Susan.x
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