Memories
flapping in the air
Strung
on a train of ceaseless thoughts
Held by
multi-coloured ties
Laughter
and tears, toil and prayers
Would
the fine threads of love hold on
Or
break down against the raging winds
Tearing
away my life breaths
Little
portraits of moments spent
Imprints
of who I was each day
Glimpses
of who I choose to be
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