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The Access Of Memories

The Access Of Memories

I pondered on

A moment in life

Realized...

It wasn't a dream,

Pure happiness felt

Accessing the greatest of times

From my memory.

Who says

We can't dwell on the past

In order, to find

The bright spots of our future

When those instances don't last

I map them 

In my heaven, based on a rumor.

Who says?

Best not to dwell

When deciphering good

From the hell,

Witnessing again

What tears at your heart

In the best possible ways,

Having an auto feature 

Saving greats

Even when I forgotten those better days.

So who says

Dwell less,

In memories of me....

What's cherished defines

Life

From dreams.

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Richard Waters

Another fine write from your pen !!! The way you communicate through poetry is interesting and stimulating !

Great job !

Wishing you all the best as always !  :)

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Devon La Porte

Thank you Richard, that is awesome to hear. And may the best always be wished back.

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mark thomas

What Dreams May Become little known movie!!!! nice write..I get it all the way

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Devon La Porte

I agree, very little known and what a good movie it was but not to the masses or the critics lol. Thanks for checking this out Mark.

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