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Ripples

Looking back through distorted memories.
Ripples mar the surface of the reflections that I see,
As I look back in time through my memory,
I recall a time of joy and hope,
A time of love and laughs.

I can smile fondly at these sights,
And dream of them at night,
And wake up with a smile now,
Not drowning in my tears.

Someday this surface will be clear again,
And I will see clearly what once was,
Maybe what might have been,
But for now, I look through ripples,
And watch the scenes of life gone by,
And perhaps even what may yet be,
A future shared with you.
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Published: 4/13/2015
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