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...memory keeps recurring transfer to path where we are flying 2 clouds back to south I see it even with open eyes... the memory clogged above the wounds, and that alternative life`s houses..., reflected now as boxes of thousand expectation and woes ... forgive the broken promises, hope for rejuvenation; lousy? falling tears will be transmuted into success, the waterfall of applauses | |||
tears to waterfall, nice play on words and imagery at your hall.
ReplyDeleteforgiving the broken promises is the only way we keep ourselves from being anchored by them...really like that middle stanza...the clogged memory and old wounds...it sets this up nice...
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