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Sonntag, 25. August 2013

Sometimes

Sometimes, 
Memories are like the rain showers 
Sprinkling down upon you 
Catching you unaware. 

Sometimes, 
Memories are like thunderstorms 
Beating down upon you 
Relentness in their downpour 
And then they will cease, 
Leaving you tired and bruised. 

Sometimes, 
Memories are like shadows 
Sneaking up behind you 
Following you around 
Then they disappear, 
Leaving you sad and confused. 

Sometimes, 
Memories are like comforters 
Surrounding you with warmth, 
Luxuriously abundant, 
And sometimes they stay, 
Wrapping you in contentment. 

(Marsha Updike)