BURNING MEMORIES (Quatrains)
Sitting here alone with my thoughts
Often, I wonder if you still love me.
I don't know now if you want to be free,
You're the one who holds my heart's key
A long time ago you made me a promise
Or is it yesterday, not, that long ago?
Love that lives in me and then it flows,
Into our hearts and minds, just to grow
Visions in continual threads of thoughts,
Files and files of more burning memories,
Sitting here, alone, with all my thoughts,
I wonder, I wonder if you still love me.
Dorian Petersen Potter
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