Memories #Poetry

The cold wind will blow
but the memories never go,

away to the land where
none can be felt or heard …

sitting here, I can hear the voices,
calling my name in the wind – that blows.

Neither feeling nor hearing,
here I am;

waiting for someone to show
the grief — within.

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