Retrieved Solace

My love of memories falls
So many a image to hold on
They drain down infinitely
Never to stop my hoping heart

Like manna from heaven
Measured my desire even
My mind said six
But the best is seven
I overlooked the ratings of what we once shared

So long without ago
So far without away
Present in the third eyes
I rather use that sight

Now I cuddle safe in the arms of our past
And when the dark reality burn my inner
I sip your image down my mind
Knowing that you're there
I feel secured from

This poem is about: 
Me

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