Flashing across my consciousness
like lightening in a storm
are my memories
some are happy, some are sad
so I find myself smiling and frowning
until I decide I shall only know my present joy
for those memories are just the past calling
possessing only the power I lend it
to define and affect my present and future.
The past only has the power that we give it. Very beautifully written.
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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