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Oct 2019
Beyond my fondest dreams, I sit alone gazing into space, opening up a star-filled sky of memories long passed.

Dreams of color shooting like rainbows around my mind letting the sunshine warm my soul, unknown to myself I have entered into a world of dreams.

My fondest dream now becoming reality understands the sadness of my long-forgotten past.

Treasures golden and pure among my loves of earthly dreams, disappearing before my eyes without knowing they were once my fondest dreams holding tightly against the secrets of my own existence.

Flames of passion shoot inside me once again while the gray skies turn into blue memories locking, securing lost sadness, forsaken in despair.

Time is our best healer as we remain the same in body, different in spirit. We have become a friend in need of our own forbidden thoughts.

No more space to put the memories, I just forgot where they were stored once in time.



© 2019DerenaBree (All rights reserved)
Harriet Shea
Written by
Harriet Shea  80/F/Mesa Arizona
(80/F/Mesa Arizona)   
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