Poem – Rain March 29, 2015williamricci Those thoughts the ever-present past the overgrown fields the moments we do not allow ourselves to forget to let go washed out to sea. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
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I wish they would be washed out to sea!
At least moved somewhere and forgotten. Once the experience has been taken in, the memories are free to go.