Memories

Each day will expire.

The sun will rise and set,

The midnight hour cross

A starless sky, and yet,

The stories will remain,

Embedded in the past,

Awaiting to be told,

Through memories which last.

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Stephen Gospage

Sun 3rd Apr 2022 17:01

Thank you so much, Rasa.

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Rasa Kabaila

Sun 3rd Apr 2022 09:34

I love this Stephen. Thank you.

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 25th Mar 2022 17:50

Thank you, Pardonable Eternity

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 25th Mar 2022 08:06

Thank you, John C and John B, and thanks to Nigel, Brenda and Jimakos for the likes.

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John Botterill

Thu 24th Mar 2022 07:36

Beautiful poem, Stephen. 😊

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John Coopey

Wed 23rd Mar 2022 10:07

Memories and mysteries.

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 23rd Mar 2022 07:36

Many thanks to both of you, Julie and Stephen, and to Holden and Rudyard for liking the poem.

A change of pace from some of my recent postings.

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Stephen Atkinson

Tue 22nd Mar 2022 22:10

Beautifully succinct!

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julie callaghan

Tue 22nd Mar 2022 20:08

Love this. Thank you

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