Memories
The miles have been so long,
with each so wearily tread,
but I would do so again for you,
without any fear or dread.
The miles have been so long,
with each so wearily tread,
but I would do so again for you,
without any fear or dread.
For far beyond the denial,
trails of memories have unwound,
and deep within self-healing,
my lost soul I have found.
Shay White
Copyright 2009
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