the sound of memory rings loud and clear.
if you listen on you might hear,
the story of my life played for you.
softly humming on silver strings
abundantly…
the dark and the light spilling forth
for never one is the same
i hope some of these parts never fade
like sunshine on the heart
of my chipped soul.
beautiful and sad the smile I hide,
the history of life
the pure cannot see or understand
but my hope and love shine ahead.
through my lens and down my pen
to the roots of a tree,
they will grow.
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