Photos and Memories Falling
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And in my deep meditation,
my soul and muse just drift away;
and I am in a dark abyss-
quiet and peaceful,
so calm and tranquil.
Then photos and memories are falling,
on invisible wings they are soaring.
Some with un-forgiven damnation.
Some with forever salvation.
Many just crumble and decay;
and some I wish to sweetly kiss.
All those loved people,
mingled with the evil.
And now my soul is just pouring,
my rainbow ink is dripping.
Now fading- in my deep meditation.
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December 14, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Photos and Butterflies Falling
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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