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So sad to see such a source of rich memories Dwindle into one life’s last visible chapter Only to periodically be visited through old memories when feeling blue Never to create new ones again Unless your mind plays tricks And you direct your own epic movie Bringing back loved ones in their prime To act in new parts and new adventures Those worn gravestones are the camera markers The breeze is the accompanying music And you guard the script, clinging it close to your heart For this movie will never be made again

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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