Beautiful streams 0f memories, so warm, sunny and bright. Glittering slow moving diamonds, which sparkle in the light. They run through my mind like quicksilver, piercing the dankest of night.
Some have edges of sadness others are pleasant and bright.
I stand on the green shore reflecting of life's after glow, all the beautiful memories entering the moving flow, as the lunar moon hangs suspended min eternities space and time
THANK YOU SO MUCH, MARY GRACE...FOR THIS INSPIRATION THAT REMINDS HOW GOD BLESSES US WITH WONDERFUL 'STREAMS OF MEMORIES'. INDEED, THOUGH ALL MAY NOT BE HAPPY ONES, THEY HOLD THE BEAUTY OF GOD TAKING US THROUGH EVERYTHING! A FINE WORK...SO ENJOYED. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
It's a wonderful thing that the brain does for us. Softening the edges of bad memories and enhancing the good ones. Your poem reflects that beautifully.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
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