Dementia Read Count : 22

Category : Poems

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The idea of insufficient thoughts from time to time envelopes me 
But as I slowly walk this path 
Unsure of what just made me laugh 
The gift of your eyes re - embraces me 
And the past gives the present a moment to see 
As my mind seems to have a beginning 
But doesn't quite know whete to go 
The touch of your smile caresses me 
As a child's hands upon the snow 
To you i am more , not less than I am 
Even though I'm the misrepresentation of a beach 
Thats full of sand 
And yes , sometimes we glimpse things lost but not forgotten 
So look closely at the fruit thats fallen 
To realise not all is rotten . 

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