Memory

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    Memory

    Memory

    She sings her voice weak at first and gaining in strength to a stirring finale;
    Memory all alone in the moonlight / I can smile at the old days / I was beautiful then. / I remember the time I knew what happiness was / Let the memory live again./
    Touch me. Its so easy to leave me / All alone with the memory / of my days in the sun./ If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is / look a new day has begun.
    It moves us to tears.

    ( Necy )

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    redbloodink commented on Memory

    12-21-2009

    few words .... leave such an impact more then many.... remembering yourself as you once were... or maybe some-one else aswell..... never is quit the same as what and who they became.... red.......

    Necy

    12/21/2009

    Many thanks Red; very inspiring remark.

    bforibus commented on Memory

    11-06-2009

    absolutely, beautiful. the melody and the whole outlook of this poem was the definiton of beauty.

    Necy

    11/09/2009

    your inspiring comment motivates the intellect and sparks creativity! Thank you

    pocketofdreams6 commented on Memory

    10-22-2009

    Just remember with age comes the beauty of wisdom.... keep learning and loving all the new things of beauty that come to exist! Good work but stay positive in your life.

    Necy

    10/22/2009

    I thank you for the beneficial advice Mr.Pocketofdreams, I'll keep that between the pages of my mind.

    rasputin commented on Memory

    08-12-2009

    wonderful........ grear gob necy....... keep writing........

    Rahul commented on Memory

    08-06-2009

    Oh what a nice depiction, wonderful. You desrve a huge round of applause---------------

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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