Strolling down memory avenue, locating and watching
images of long ago that matter so much to an aging
heart.
Holding tears from an inner tear diamond mine,
seeing their crystal beauty reflect inner workings
of a mind of sadness.
Radiant feelings brightly coloring moments of life
throughout day's spent alone in a sphere, focused
intently on those who are no longer here to
reminisce with.
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