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I remember her most he said
In the last moments of spring
She hovers as a memory
Of every good thing
I remember her smile
And how she would sing
I remember her best he said
In the depths of my heart
The endings so silent
Yet there from the start
We were most together
When farthest apart
I remember her last he said
As I drift into sleep
She’s there in the darkness
Infathomable deep
All the best of my life
And the secrets I keep
(c) Helen Valentina 2017
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It is that memory just before sleep that is the best.
Thanks John! 🙂
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powerful –
Thanks so much! 🙂
Very tender. It hangs in the air.
Thanks Philippa! 🙂