Memories
In a valley of thought
and memory peeks,
lies the vault that stores
what a minds eye seeks.
Retracing steps, of acts complete,
traversing ground on familiar streets.
That which brings smiles to face,
or tears that run, from a painful place.
Memories formed, both good and bad,
are the records kept, on the life we've had.
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