I hold something more dear
More dear than any of my possessions
This dear thing is memories
Ones which the heart holds
So tight it won’t let go.
The mind remembers and cherishes
Yet hollers for more.
It knows peace
feeling not
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memories - most dear. thanks. good write. I invite you to read my poems and comment.