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The Spirit Within Poetry

Bitter-Sweet

 In silence I
wander, aimlessly,
foreward ,my heart
grasping yesterdays
memories.

Bitter sweet the
memories ...

To my heart I hold
them near - brushing
from each a fallen
tear.

Lord, please, keep me
focused on the light
before me, and take from
my memory-
the remembrance of those
things that steal away
my inner peace.
      -Jan Tetstone

7:27pm February 13, 2019

 

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