Hands held and sunsets shared
where have they all gone
paradise now a one-way street
lined with past golden experiences
Each loves adventure leaving me
a nugget cached in a secret place
happy memories captured in my hearts shadow
yet in the spotlight still
Distant breezes blow the fragrance of roses
as thru an open window
lingering traces of moments shared
recalling loves each and every way
Majestic sandcastles each one and all
memories forever, never seeing a changing tide
and at each remembrance
I'll wear a smile ... always.
Are you feeling it, been there?
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I can relate.
I have a small collection of nuggets I will always cherish. This was a relaxing stroll down memory lane. Although I must sadly admit that the fragrances of those roses in the wind all to often reminds me of the thorns I encountered in many of my relationships. Oddly enough that doesn't take away from the overall beauty of the rose bush.
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Fragrance and thorns
Thanks for the comment, hope your stroll remembered something other than a few thorns. k -
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kdarcy
No worries K., I'm not sure I regret any of the thorn sticks after all they were given to me by roses.
Read ya later,
BKB
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October 2