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Echoes
I am sitting here remembering that wonderful day;
It seems suspended in time, pulled out of my life.
That feeling of the sensation of the sun's ray;
The emotions that cut my soul like a butcher's knife.
The echoes resounding off the surrounding rocks;
The laughter and joy suspended, frozen within my mind.
Like a time capsule, this moment kept buried in a box;
The joyous echoes of the pleasant sounds my ears find.
I wonder about the why's and what's, as well as the when's;
Question's and smiles surround my memories of the creek.
Curiously asking if a moment so perfect will ever come again;
Listening to the echoes of this day suspended so unique.
I could feel sorry for myself that I cannot live this tomorrow;
But I choose to enjoy the memories from this awesome day.
A moment like this should never cause my heart any sorrows;
As I listen to the echoes within my soul, I smell the bouquet.
24May09
Remembering a moment, somewhere lost in time.
How many generations has past since this memory was born?
Is this a real memory from another time, or is it my imagination?
I honestly don't know.
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