When it came

by Mortal Utopia   Jul 10, 2017

It came,
hushed and shy,
like a breeze
brushing against a closed window.

Or perhaps
it was more like a familiar stranger
knocking gently against my door.

It came,
and I sat there -
dazed, confused,
not knowing
if I should let these memories come

into my mind again.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Michael

    What a truly wonderful piece MU
    A delicate feel

    Michael :)

  • 1 year ago

    by Milly Hayward

    A nice sensitive more subtle lead into the arrival of memories. Rather than the more used memories came rushing in that we see more often than not

  • 1 year ago

    by mossgirl19

    If I can control it, I won't. :-)

    Nice write!

  • 1 year ago

    by Artdistree

    Sweet write

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