MemoryA Poem by N.SevillaOne of the trees from my childhood
Buried underneath its roots:
There lies my past. Covered by layers of dirt. Memories gone fast. Digging deeper In the ground. It refuses To be found. I have the vault Safe with me. What I search for Is the key.
© 2011 N.SevillaAuthor's Note
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