Entrenchment
Some memories seem to endureroll around and bang into each other like
boulders
distracting and colouring the mind
from the new, beautiful, loving truth
Others seem to be forgotten
as soon as they happened
rewritten
or vanished
As though that refreshing trace of cleansing water
never streamed through a moment in ones' life
I cling to your hand and gleaming face
your gentle and staunch words of love
When I go home
don't let me forget
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2013-11-26 at 10:42
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