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Memories by Heletia Smit

Heletia Smit 30 January 2009 poetry Comments Off on Memories by Heletia Smit

On the very edge of eternity I stand,
My memories clutched tightly in my hand.
A stern voice inside me says, that it’s time to let go,
For all the pain in my hand, I have nothing to show.
As I watch the distant sun sink to the very last ray,
I slowly open my hand, and they begin to drift away.
They glide like flower petals scattered in a breeze,
And I watch as they evaporate into nothing with ease.

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