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And in the Shades... Lingered a memory! Under the dancing braids... Of a morning sun! There... Stood an aging log... With many years undone! Where we loved and laughed... Kissed and Cried... Lost and won, And all that we did, was there and gone! Yet, in this memory, Laid at hand... A visiting spirit, I understand! Do we pass us by? Do we bid us goodbye? All, into the yearning of skies above? Or do we set farewells, To near tolling bells, And part in hopes, Of finding love?! Go, dearest... Be free, at will and ease... Fly away, white dove... Upon the western breeze! But when ye're back... Oh, Glorious day, Remember this parting woe, I say... And do slumber please, there and then, So far away, and never again! A.r. Bazian
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
In the Shades of the Memory
And in the Shades... Lingered a memory! Under the dancing braids... Of a morning sun! There... Stood an aging log... With many years undone! Where we loved and laughed... Kissed and Cried... Lost and won, And all that we did, was there and gone! Yet, in this memory, Laid at hand... A visiting spirit, I understand! Do we pass us by? Do we bid us goodbye? All, into the yearning of skies above? Or do we set farewells, To near tolling bells, And part in hopes, Of finding love?! Go, dearest... Be free, at will and ease... Fly away, white dove... Upon the western breeze! But when ye're back... Oh, Glorious day, Remember this parting woe, I say... And do slumber please, there and then, So far away, and never again! A.r. Bazian
Edited on August 20th, 2016. Originally part of the "Diaries of an Immigrant Soul", Pt.22, by A.r. Bazian, published on Writerscafe.org in 2012.
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
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