Memories of the FallA Poem by The Silver Chord This was just a quick piece I did a few weeks ago, while I was sitting in the blistering sun. I pray for the bitter cold, the sound of leaves fluttering in the breeze, the dark nights, the timeless moments of youthful love. Bring me the nights around the bonfire, talking about nothing for hours. Fill my head with memories of the Fall. Let me find peace in this season.
There is no doubt in my mind that our memories never fade; they are just forgotten and awaiting to be brought about © 2010 The Silver Chord |
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Added on September 9, 2010 Last Updated on September 9, 2010 Author
The Silver ChordARAboutMy name is Silver Chord, and I too like to party. Generally I'd like to say that I think way too much. All I ever seem to be doing is thinking, pondering, musing over some random thought or idea. .. more..Writing
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