Our Mind is a Graveyard,
buried are the memories there
soul is the wandering ghost
that dig the dead memories out
some memories are bright
that bring the early dawn
they heal the soul
but some memories rage storms
cast a dark spell
over the soul.
It’s up to us keep digging
or throw the keys
of the graveyard and
let it wander
forever.
A very original interpretation. Amazing poem!=)
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Thanks..sorry don’t know your name 🙂
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My pleasure and the name’s Louise=)
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thanks Louise
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This is brilliant!
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Thanks 🙂
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