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Sep 2016
eyes filled with tears
   torn from lost memories
shadows echo laughing times
  is there music to soften the swirling pain

head rocking slowly
  easing a trembling soul
rubbing fingertips lightly
  so much that was lost can remain

scavenge a fumbling mind
  now seemingly cast abruptly adrift
yearnings and shivers
  a smell of myrrh and lilacs follows this rain
Robert Gretczko
Written by
Robert Gretczko  Yonkers
(Yonkers)   
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