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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A path strewn thick with ruddy-faced leaves led to nowhere and everywhere in fantasies, our near-death rescue from boredom come afternoon chores and homework pages wrinkled in time. I try to recall all I tried to forget. Back home, under the willow trees, I weep for childhood, friendship, for innocence surrendered, all I thought I could keep, fuzzy lines between love and loss, practical days that come with age. I close my eyes to see through tears - you, a dance in rain showers, oval-spheres of costume jewelry, tea parties and dragons slain rays of sunlight climbed, imagination uncaged, carefree hours, diamonds in darkness, restless dreams fell like leaves on youth's horizon of trees and flowers. Two kids set free in skies shaded gray - we said forever, a pinky swear I remember, naïve in make-believe worlds. How many years passed by, miles kept between you and I? A phone call once-in-a-while reminded of our bitter, listless eyes, our disappointment in distant words. I hope you always knew the truth, I loved you, dear friend. It was myself, I hated. Time cradled our laughter, held it on the breeze, childhood secrets shared with ease on our path, thick with summer's dead leaves. We, too young to notice, fell into brittle leaves trodden bare before first snow. Our laughter now echoes in dreams, chaffing our willow trees still sulking low, moss brushes away tears in timeless beauty, and waits for you to come home. An old poem, revised 3/15/17 249 words total
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