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  • Lorraine Johnson

[17] My Beautiful Memory

Forever you are the sound of the grasshopper

pulling me towards

The gentle sound of the chime when wind there is none

The passing breeze that softly touches

The rustle of spring that echoes the halls

The gentle rhythm of the nickelodeon

The dancing feet echoing across the floor

The sunshine pushing through a cloudy day

The brightest smile that lights a room

The Answer when there is none

You are forever—

my beautiful memory.


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