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Don't you love when writing a poem seems more like remembering than creating Plato said we never actually learn something new We only remember the forgotten An idea easily dismissible however... sometimes this feels like an accurate description of my experiences Those clouds, about to burst with rain remind me of something Your smile, your frown remind me of something My idea of God seems buried deep within me That song, the emotions it evokes, remind me of a time I can't remember Her tears, those stains seem vaguely familiar His paintings, those cool, dark colors make me feel at home The way that proof glides along the lines of logic reminds me of something intangible The smell of homemade bread in the oven reminds me of something inexpressible That hurt you caused me didn't come as a surprise The contentment you gave me didn't seem unprecedented May your grace not be in vain I will always remember
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
Remembering
Don't you love when writing a poem seems more like remembering than creating Plato said we never actually learn something new We only remember the forgotten An idea easily dismissible however... sometimes this feels like an accurate description of my experiences Those clouds, about to burst with rain remind me of something Your smile, your frown remind me of something My idea of God seems buried deep within me That song, the emotions it evokes, remind me of a time I can't remember Her tears, those stains seem vaguely familiar His paintings, those cool, dark colors make me feel at home The way that proof glides along the lines of logic reminds me of something intangible The smell of homemade bread in the oven reminds me of something inexpressible That hurt you caused me didn't come as a surprise The contentment you gave me didn't seem unprecedented May your grace not be in vain I will always remember
andrew-mcginnis
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
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