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beauty, do you remember, echoes of always, faith, life, love, mystery, seasons, time, treasure, truth
do I need a reminder
of places I’ve wandered
above a blue canyon or a babbling stream
would I barter permission
though fated in passing
to remind me of wonder
the color of dreams
what good would it do me
to garner a ticket
for a ship left from port
such a long time ago
to sail on a journey
beyond every sunset
to touch on the memory
of pleasures I’ve known
were once souvenirs
beholding to treasure
of moments twice breathed
into life – into truth
would I be any richer
with a picture of heaven
than the memory of wings
beating soft on the roof
the book of my seasons
sits low on the mantle
pressed by my soul
into beauty I’ve touched
near as a lifetime –
the echo of always
knows no remembrance
would compare then to love
. . .
tornadoday 
We are always blessed to touch the lasting beauty of your words! Hugs and blessings!
Wendell, I couldn’t help but think that I felt this one would never end when I was writing. Sometimes, I need to remember that I will surely have another day to write! Love you……
Memories, the souvenirs of life. Beautifuly written, Bobbie ……….xo
More than the souvenirs; they are the season………..the salt……..
This was such an elegant and romantic poem! I loved the theme of our memories as Souvenirs!. Your line “the echo of always knows no remembrance” is so inspired!
Bellissimo!
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Come and enjoy this romantic love poem – “Souvenirs”