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I left doors open,
And with the morning hubbub
of spring
the childhood memories,
flew into the room ringing:
laughter and light-
heartedness,
pink and brown bows;
alike for 2 sisters
amazing waffle dresses
with flowers;
а sultry summer,
walking on sizzling
hot asphalt
at the camp site,
and sitting up trees,
watching dance couples...
I have not closed the doors
of my soul...
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Keeping them open is they way to be, as each memory can still bring glee and provide more for what is in store.
ReplyDeleteits good to keep those doors open as you will miss much if you close them that makes life what its worth..
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