Source: We Heart It

Source: We Heart It

Goddess of Memory

She was 
unique…
different…
special…
 
In her head danced
tunes without words
unsung…
which were savored
as sacred memories
tasting them like
flavors on the air
as she breathed
 
Always shaping
memories…
smelling them
like fresh-baked
bread in the
morning sun
 
Others thought 
her odd…
She saw herself 
as the keeper
of time and
a servant of 
thought
 
The Goddess of Memory
 
© 2014 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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