Memories I Hold Dear
O'er the hills of remembrance, I travel the height of every crest
To the valley of my memories
Where I left you with the best
Of them, fumbling through my reality
I hope and wish to find you there
In the arms of continuity
With raven locks of black hair
And in the twisted thicket grow
A long lost love sick with despair
But it shines with a warm glow
For the memories I hold so dear
Copyright © Daniel Whitson | Year Posted 2017
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