The Memory Keepers
Oh my children,sow your memories,
cut them at the stem,
gather in your harvest
lest a storm rolls in
crushing their beauty.
We reaped together
an eternity it feels,
of dreams and reality,
but I will slip away and
who then, will remember?
oh children
will you be my keepers?
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2010-08-02 at 01:03
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