I remember, our song
Your daily kiss, good morning
I remember, our love
Afternoons, of mutual understanding
I remember, our passion
Evenings, between star crossed lovers
I remember, everything
Nothing, is the same here without you
I remember, your words
Mostly lingering, but the sweetest lies
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Oh…so…relatable.
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😦 You shouldn’t relate to this, Sister.
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You frame a time with words of lingering longing, wistful, real. Then: lies. Very nice, Aud.
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Yeah. Well, you know… Thank you, Chum. *eye to eye*
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I love that photo!! 🙂 Have to say that first! 🙂 The poem is melancholic, like a mxture of a lovely dream and longing for that dream to come true 🙂
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Thanks. I’m trying to use my own photos just so I don’t have to worry about who to thank and all that business. Too much to think about. That is exactly where this poem comes from, Line. You understand much, my friend. Love you! 🙂
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I know what you mean about the photos! You are an excellent photographer!! 🙂 A dream is the beginning of something extraordinary!! 🙂 Dreams always lead us somewhere, and in my opinion it’s best just to follow! 🙂
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Thank you for saying that… 🙂 Humbled!!! Not a photographer, just trying for now…
Your words flow like a dream. With all that I have I will believe you, my friend. Thank you. 🙂
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Ohhhhhhh, where has this love gone?
Sounds a little sad. Are you missing someone?
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Thanks for checking, but I’m okay. Sad poetry must be written, I think.
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Glad you’re fine. Yes, so true. Sad poetry must be written. A lot of great art is birthed out of sadness.
🙂
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We count on that… 🙂
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OOOHH!!! Yes isn’t that just how Romance is ? 🙂 GREAT verse!
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Exactly how romance is…I think. What do I know. 🙂 Thank you, Morgan. Sweet Morgan. 🙂
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That’s beautiful. Are you missing someone, Audith?
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Thank you, Duketh. Can it be just a poem, Duke? A wish, perhaps? To feel this about someone some day, even if it means it ends negatively.
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It can’t end negatively, can it?
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Sometimes it does, right?
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I don’t think so…but I could be wrong.
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Would be nice if I was wrong.
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Then you are, madam!
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That easily?
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*nods* It sure is.
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I like how you make decisions, Sir.
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Morning, afternoon, evenings… filled with sweet memories. Very, very lovely. I like that you ended the poem remembering words, since words have so much power. (No duh, right?)
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Words hold all the power, Gus. This I know to be truer than true…always. Imagination, creativity and knowledge coupled with a desire to produce, is magic.
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I completely agree about those ingredients together making magic. So true.
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I figured you would. You’re a writer. Its all we need.
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