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Memory.
It comes so pure,
We think we find
The Hidden Cure
That hides beneath
Nights cruel Kiss.
So enraptured we are,
We never see
The Chances we miss.
It comes so pure,
We think we find
The Hidden Cure
That hides beneath
Nights cruel Kiss.
So enraptured we are,
We never see
The Chances we miss.
Generally, I leave my poems up to interpretation. This one is a little different. I've been thinking a lot about human nature. We all have things that haunt us. That's unavoidable. However, when it comes down to it, we have a couple choices. We can let those things consume us, hide away, bury ourselves in things to cover up, or we can choose to forge ahead, make our own destiny, not letting our pasts bind us down. Just a few thoughts from the artist.
© 2014 - 2024 Godfrey-Gallahan
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