A Bittersweet Memory

She felt the river take her back
To when her days were young:
When lights along the fireplace
And Christmas tree were hung

When somehow tears began to flow
From secret, aching wells:
The promised magic she once knew
In harmony

And bells

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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