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craggy rocks protruding above a misty seaPeace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.

 

 

Pathways - Helen Steiner Rice

Memory builds a little pathway
That goes winding through my heart.
It's a lovely, quiet, gentle trail
From other things apart;

I only meet when traveling there
The folks I like the best
For this road I call remembrance
Is hidden from the rest;

But I hope I'll always find you
In my memory rendezvous
For I keep this little secret place
To meet with folks like you.


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