The Parade

July 11, 2010
By Moonsong14 GOLD, Georgetown, Indiana
Moonsong14 GOLD, Georgetown, Indiana
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Voices pulse all around,
While coursing pains,
Of heartache,
Take there tole.
Precious memories,
Of the once,
Seemingly perfect,
Parades to warmer,
Days were gone.
Now change,
Like wind,
Which breath the,
Fires have,
But heroically,
Pierced my fear.

The author's comments:
Don't rebuke change. Love every minute of it. Throw your cares and worries to the wind. Don't be afraid.

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