Trance
Every memory of you sleeps in me.
At times I wake in them
and then you're mine again.
Every memory of you sustains me.
At times I fell on them
then I see your face again.
I fell for you as the rain should fall;
bringing me memories, old memories to replenish me..
sweet memories to sustain.
At times I hold on to them
and then I'm alone again.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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