349 - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

You have grown well
Soft hands
A Tender heart
A reflective mind
Going over the past
And finding something
Some gems
And they glitter
In your memory
Now, you shall write about them
They shall speak to you
And you shall listen

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 19, 2009

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