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The making of memories
@Uootem
It is no uncertain thing,
this yearning that burns within
a longing for a renewal of
a day long since passed into time
where the sharing with one who brought
love's sweet song into a adolescent world
unmet now in bounds that are thusly drawn
by only arriving at a parting moment.
Hasten'd the way for our hearts to join
when long their memories so have roamed
to seek renewal of what we have known
by a passage of this lifetime,
and experiences rightly borne
in mildly variant degrees of significance:
the pathways we walk are long,
such roads remain unpaved.
To make of memories for our dreams
where so we are so closely drawn
and what likeness that was once there shown
thus evolves into these natures more
spent in serious thought in adulthood days
to pass away our endless longings
having so these memories made
awaiting now what others, should they come.
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