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Memory lane


paved with regrets
memory lane
its loose stones treacherous
take my hand
do not walk back alone


Comments

A van de Aa said…
Memory lane, wie verteoft er bij tijden niet.
Mey said…
Waar, zolang we maar niet blijvn terugkijken en hangen. Die hand hebben we soms nodig om weer vooruit te gaan.

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