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A poem about memories and how I deal with them


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Memories are funny.

They fade over time,

over days, over hours,

becoming no more

than mists in spring.


But I hope the memories

of this life, however bitter

have once been, blossom

in the most beautiful of flowers,

when I gather again with the eternal.



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C Clark Carbonera “A utopia está lá no horizonte. Me aproximo dois passos, ela se afasta dois passos. Caminho dez passos e o horizonte corre dez passos. Por mais que eu caminhe, jamais alcançarei. Para que serve a utopia? Serve para isso: para que eu não deixe de caminhar.” Fã de carteirinha de Buffy - The Vampire Slayer.

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Aleah Kate Lozada Aleah Kate Lozada
I love this piece! Beautiful stuff!

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Goodddd i love it :)

 Silva Silva
This few words are saying to me so much... You have a great writting. :') Sometimes we just had to see the life like this words.

  • C C C Clark Carbonera
    Thank you, Silva!! Life can be harsh sometimes, especially when it comes about memories and past...we should make peace with those things November 28, 2020, 13:00
Aleah Kate Aleah Kate
wow...very deep. I enjoyed it. thanks for sharing.

  • C C C Clark Carbonera
    Ah, thank you so much for the like and the sweet comment, Aleah ^^ September 17, 2020, 19:21
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