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Dreamemories
(I'm feeling full)
The old lady who sat home alone,
Always strolled along, trying to find a purpose, a tone.
She rocked backwards to memory's glories.
There she recalled all descenting stories.
She had remembered her mother and dad.
Hyptonized in the comforts of her parent's extinct glad.
In the memories there was so many things to find,
Her brother and sister, they often came to mind.
The tiring mind thought of dwindling childhood.
And how--- S-- ......
A body, hers, exhausted by breathing.
How did this come to be?
It was night.
Around eight or so.
A nap was needed.
She dragged her bottom limbs, using what strength left from top limbs to assist.
The room was reached.
Hesitant, she sat on the bed.
What an exercise that was.
Laying back, she soaked into a dream...
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Flowing/THOURGH/a/OPEN/window
h e h a d a p p e a r e d
GlOwInG lIkE aN aNgEl,
he echoed ;
'Don't fear the door that flows above.
I will travel with you, travellers in love.
Entrust me your share of our soul, give undying will.
Though the soul holds no body, we'll soar higher still.
We'll soar together, as the bestest of friends,
Rising in a one love's chosen blends.
Come with me my dear,
To where peace for the mind is clear.
And love always present,
Never far but near.
Be rested.'
And she did...
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