Is it safe to sit on old memories?
The musty heat binds spells
The hint of all possibilities
Returned to through dusted smells
The tales all began right here
The crossroads of the village meeting
Cherished moments soon disappear
Disruptions thankfully fleeting
Why did these histories not repeat?
They were where legends made
One or two remain on this street
But nothing else has stayed
Who now will push the swing,
Laugh at the falling from the tree?
To sit in the light the moon will bring
And who will remember me?
Submitted to the above picture at this week’s No Theme Thursday which brought to mind Polvo’s Light of the Moon (hence the penultimate line). The picture makes me nostalgic for my childhood village life, where legends were absolutely made, yet not repeated by the following generations.
1994ever 
I have memories too, but expressing them in this way takes a lot of courage. You have that courage, keep inspiring us with this kind of stuff. @1994ever💫💫😇😇
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Thank you and don’t worry, I will keep on! 🙏
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Beautifully written my friend. Memories are both a blessing and a curse to me. 🙏
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Thanks Kevin. Likewise, I feel the same.
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Beautifully written
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Thanks as always, Sadje.
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You’re welcome Shaun
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