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A polished stone has many sides
A face has many names,
A dream is sometimes hidden
In a fire’s dancing flames,
Reminiscence is a song
That often sings to me,
To soothe me with the magic
Of the way we used to be.

A memory is a diamond
With its facets and its fire,
With its unrelenting beauty
And its unfulfilled desire,
Just the brilliance of a sunset
On a long forgotten shore,
Like a shining golden beacon
To the land of once before.

There’s a book that tells the story
Of a dream I couldn’t keep,
It just tumbled into yesterday
And gently fell asleep
As the ashes whispered softly
In the dying fire’s glow,
And the eyes I loved were empty
Then I knew I had to go…

By 33whitby4654

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