Shaking memories like wind blowing leaves in a storm,
letting them fall where they can be seen for exactly
what they are.
At times seeing sadness emanating from within them,
yet their beauty, sweetness and love still shine,
finding an effervescent loveliness.
Filtering through at different intervals of time,
filling important parts of living in spite of what
it may eventually bring to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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