How beautiful the memory

How beautiful the memory
Of ice-cream smiles under the summer sun
A childish love, so innocent so pure
Like a new flower yet to see a drought

When the grass was greener
And the skies bluer
And the pain in this world nothing but a myth
The seduction of innocence

When love was pure, unconditional
Before race, class, or religion, divided us
Before our branches were cut
Before we were planted in pots

How beautiful the memory
Of pure blue eyes, and hair black as night
With freckles on pale white skin
How innocent the past

Poetry by Willem
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Written on 2017-11-14 at 11:35

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Lovely poem. Well done.