Footsteps of MemoryA Poem by Alfred KukitzFor EmmajoyFootsteps of Memory She spoke of heaven in many ways the violin air swept through her meaning kneeling in humbleness tears tumbled from the sky I could kiss all your futures All your kindness See a little tickle in your smile How could you not love her arms around you How could you ever stop crying for the loss Melting into her memory Falling into one organism then another He died on the footsteps of memory. © 2017 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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