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When I Close My Eyes
When I Close My Eyes.
by Joannda Riche
Sometimes when I close my eyes,
I'm there again.
I can touch and smell and see,
All the beauty of that time.
A time of innocence and freedom,
When I was safe and protected from harm.
And within that innocence,
Was there for me, the magic of natures gifts,
Given freely for me to enjoy.
Who would have thought,
So long after the time has passed,
That I could still close my eyes, and be there in my memory.
It was such a precious time,
And I never knew,
That it would embed itself in my heart forever.
Like a ghost from the past,
It melts into my soul and remains, gently rocking me,
Just like I was there,
When I close my eyes....
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