“Old Friend…”

by A_F_R_O_W

 

… I lean into the contours

of my yesterdays.

Exchange rings with the fingers of memory.

Make notes-to-self,

that

the Soul still sails,

as Hope floats…

..that

Autumn springs eternal

and leaves

rustling thoughts in mind…

..that

gone, is not forgotten…

..and

I know,

I shall return to you,

my

Peace and Love

to find.

 

 

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