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from the edges
I’m reminded –
the many ways
of love –
of wordless joy
you never told me why
the heart has
no remembrance –
the ease of letting go
of moments
stretched
the length of time –
this evermore
to hold
. . .
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
Like flowers found pressed in pages … the head not the heart needs remembrance
True. The head needs them but the heart is where they are kept…….. ❤