Isolated memories
far-flung, bygone
throughout
prehistoric immemorialable
ancient moments
of an echo, recollection..
Tossed
faraway an remote
into distant centuries
of those emotional,
souvenir impression,
recently
brought near…
chris jensen – Lost Poetry
Isolated memories
far-flung, bygone
throughout
prehistoric immemorialable
ancient moments
of an echo, recollection..
Tossed
faraway an remote
into distant centuries
of those emotional,
souvenir impression,
recently
brought near…
If only we could touch the distant.
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How about touch without touching, don’t psychically… Distance doesn’t matter..
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Places such as this touch us without touch.
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i know all to well, about touching without touching…
Psychically
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I’m sorry Sue, i have some how lost this conversation, due to shock theropy…
They do wonders for your memory…
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Never mind, Chris. I can imagine.
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Thank you! i get lost, most time i don’t find my way home!
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Many of us are lost and loking for the way home, Chris… we just don’t all realise it.
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It’s one thing to be lost, however when you know exactly where you are, it’s even more strange…
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