Today I returned
From distance's
That cannot be traveled
Today I have
A souvenier
It is a day like no other
Comes only a few times
In a year
Gone is my dead
And haunting past
Today I have
A Souvenier
It is to tiny
To be held in a hand
Powerful in liberating
From Solidity
To Support my gracious
Joy
I loved it and especially the part Today I returned From distance's That cannot be traveled
To Support my gracious Joy ................................... Very original and beautiful poems - a souvenir for the reader... 10... Tsira
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Gone is my dead And haunting past .............................. Nice poem! thanks for offering! ! !