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Memories
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2003
Can you see the blue of the flower,
Dancing in the wind,
The memories of yester-year,
Begun to be seen again.
Can you hear the sweet dulcet tones,
Of the wooden reed flute on the breeze?
The memories of days gone by,
Being lived again.
Can you feel the full, soft, touch,
Of lips upon your brow?
The touch of long dead hands and mouth,
Being felt again.
Can you see the silken darkness,
Creeping across your sight?
The current sight,
Of a dying man,
As he remembers the years gone by.
Oooooooooh like this poem a LOT :D Change the end of the third para maybe...to keep in line with the first two..something like 'being loved again'...and take the 's' off of 'sights'...but that might just be me...meh it's all good XD
nice work
on your poems .