Wendell Belden Poems

Bright memories, like exquisite porcelains,
we carefully place in our hearts and minds.
That we might visit with them, like old cherished friends.
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Are so much like the wind

Sometimes floating our spirits like a feather
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A warm breeze blows a gentle kiss

The Sun sets in varied splendor
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The future isn't dim

But buried in my past
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That I am small

And weak
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A graceful mistress of mine

That soothes and caresses
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The star I see

Is there?
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The floating dance floor on Lovers Lake is out in the middle of the Lake and on this enchanted evening was lit by only the Moon and Stars and with its shinning floor and the calm lake breathtakingly reflecting them it seemed,
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Pearled strings of caring day's

Can brightly adorn the past
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The Clown I am

Makes me laugh
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