A crystal moon, a
frozen branch waving
outside a window, a
fire, ash, a crumpled
charred log; memories,
extensive and angry, like
streamers in the wind.
Remember, the day,
the hour, each day, each
hour, destiny, insistently
climbs, seeks, nothing in
life is forgotten.
©2014.bitterrecollection.annjohnsonmurphree
ann johnson-murphree 
Love the power of this and the sense that it covers a raft of emotions – regret, sorrow, anger, guilt etc – as well as evoking nostalgic feelings. Excellent.
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Thank you Chris. ajm
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