Memories hide in unusual places.
I find them often
Scattered and waiting,
Pondering and playing,
Between the soul and the skin,
Oscillating.

Memories are constantly sailing,
Arriving and leaving,
In my ocean, dreaming.
I find them often
Doubting, and then conceding,
Anchored in your love,
Forgiving.

A.V.O.
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