A memory can be sharp like a sword

penetrating the center of my soul


soft as a gentle breeze

lifting my hair


devastating as a bitter poison

filling my whole self


A memory can be sweet like candy

melting on my tongue

causing a smile to touch my lips


soothing as a vernal pool

discovered in the forest


A memory can be unexpected

like a song on the radio

returning me to a cherished time

and changing my day from gray to bright


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