Carolyn
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By Tammy CastlemanPublished 3 months ago • Updated 3 months ago • 1 min read
Every memory arrives
Creeping in, ghostly dances.
Leaving traces of bergamot
Incense of our lives.
Perhaps if there were second chances...
She dreamed her dream and then was gone;
Eclipsed by nothing, counting earth for naught.
About the Creator
Tammy Castleman
I have been an avid writer and photographer for most of my life. In terms of true passions, those are mine. What I lack for in memory, I make up for in recorded detail. We are what we leave behind.
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Comments (1)
lovely to remember others by their scent