Monday, January 15, 2018


I want for a childhood
Memories not my own
But to be enchanted
And in your arms once more
To weave magically
Across the wooden floor
To sounds of old country
Strings of a mandolin
My eyes closed as we twirled
With tippy toes and grin
The same sad song still plays
And if I close my eyes
I almost see you there
Just as the last note fades

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