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by
The dead do not lie still.
Their long shadows
search those secret places, pulling your mind apart.
They hide behind damp patches on the wall
waiting for you to scrape through the layers of time.
Old newspapers beneath carpets
Lost photographs at the back of the drawer
A box full of records you can no longer play
Love letters you find.
That distant whisper lets you know
they have come back…
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Well-described! Wonderful poetry!
Thank you so much!
beautiful.
Beautiful imagery and an ending that made me smile and sigh. :-)
Anita is a wonderful writer!
Reblogged this on ~Tales of Fantasy and Adventure and commented:
I’m always fascinated with the imagery poetry can reflect…
Thank you so much!
You bet…great stuff!
I’m always fascinated with the imagery poetry can reflect…
Very nice. Memories are made of this.
Thanks Len…
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