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YesterdayLingering thoughts bring me back to a place When I first felt the joy of sunshine As it gently warmed my face. Thankful for the memories that readily appear of an adventurous, carefree child favoring the days of yesteryear. Reflections and glimpses from many moons past Mind portraits recollect my earlier seasons Hidden in my heart, engraved to last. Catching fireflies at night, splashing in the bay Remembering pleasant moments so clear As it if were only yesterday. Julie Pisacane © 2005 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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