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THE PATHS OF PRECIOUS MEMORIES """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" WRITTEN APRIL 2013 Let me walk with you my friend - along the paths Of precious memories - that hold no fear - in their Recalling - that cause no frown to cross the brow and Bring you down - but memories that catch the wind and Fly with eagle's wings - of daring - joyous days - when the sun was bright - and no clouds marred the way . O happy days - when waves lapped on the golden shore Of love - sweet ecstasy of raptured touch - that stirred the Soul - with smiles that burst into a glorious firework of heavenly Display - that kissed the sky - with colour - before it was no more - As silently it fell away . No - do not fret - the heart that captured those eternal treasures - Will - in all its lingerings - not forget - nor let them pass away - but with the touch of gentle kindness - wrap them up - in satin ribbons - Until - we will walk through yester's door - another day - Upon a distant shore . """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" May the Lord bless you today and always , and give you precious memories that will bring you joy as you walk the paths of yester year . God bless you . Stella x Vote for this poem
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