The sunset on the beach.
The velvet of the peach.
The caressing of the rain.
The pang of emotional pain.
Each holds a memory.
The opportunities that I’ve missed.
The lips I have kissed.
The treasures I have found.
The discovery of a new sound.
Every one holds a memory.
The change that transcends.
The meeting of new friends.
The light that illuminated my soul.
The gif that made me feel whole.
Holds a memory.
Written by – Paul Crocker
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