The Little Memory (Love Memory) Poem by Ianaldo Prescott Pourchot

The Little Memory (Love Memory)



One day I caught a memory
And I let it grow
I spun its little toy crown
And let it go
I was a little boy in Serbia
Playing in the snow
And I spoke with friends
I no longer know
When I reflect back tomorrow
Whether it is in a manor
Or on death row,
I will surely know
A memory is repulsive
When you spend it alone

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Ianaldo Prescott Pourchot

Ianaldo Prescott Pourchot

Laguna Hills California
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