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Memories lost
Torn from Heaven to give me life again.
The conscious being never knew when,
It’s day would come, but what is done, is done.
I want to go back to the eternal sun.
The endless tree’s, the summer’s breeze,
The ease in which I breathed seems,
Something only to be believed and never real, when it’s need,
Lead me to hope to feel the truth, now hidden.
Bound and locked, signed and sealed in solid oak.
Once spoke of with fondness,
Now memories lost.
(C)2021 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Torn from Heaven to give me life again.
The conscious being never knew when,
It’s day would come, but what is done, is done.
I want to go back to the eternal sun.
The endless tree’s, the summer’s breeze,
The ease in which I breathed seems,
Something only to be believed and never real, when it’s need,
Lead me to hope to feel the truth, now hidden.
Bound and locked, signed and sealed in solid oak.
Once spoke of with fondness,
Now memories lost.
(C)2021 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Published 6th Oct 2024
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