Memories- a poem

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Today's PROMPT is

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Passing through the clutches of time, 
reaching a crescendo of their own;
I hold onto them tightly  
To see what I have sown. 
Walking through the realms of my mind,
Seeing all that I have known.
Holding moments tightly in my tiny fists,
I breathe life in them from some of my own.
Laughing, crying, living and dying,
They hold a part of me somewhere deeply sown
For memories are the seeds 
from which beautiful trees of love and hope have grown.

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I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013.

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