Memories
"Within the scorn of death's hands you fell, through memories you rise again..."
memories never fade away
embosomed on a summer day
mind recalls the ocean's sway
over dunes where children play
reminiscent thoughts now honed away
in depths of mind, they'll always stay
etched upon my soul they'll lay
scantly rising by the quay
September 8, 2019
Acrostic/Monorhyme
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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