Senses Of Yesterday
The Mountains
By Cathy DeslippePublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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Thou shall not be a candle wick that burns.
That doesn't bring us light.
Echoes of the ocean linger
while I blow through my windpipe.
Tropical scents adore the ladies
of the night.
To watch the glorious sundown,
before I lay to rest.
Sucking softly on peppermint taffy,
better than the best.
Of days gone by, travelling to
the mountains of the west.
Sensational memories arise within my heart.
For the senses of yesterday will never be apart.
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Cathy Deslippe
Catherine Deslippe
At the age of 7, I became an author. I am an international writer with many authors; all royalties went to cancer patients without insurance. I used to write to cope, but now I write to bring others hope.
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Comments (2)
Hi-'C' ~ You give Good-Heart! Hope you check out comments re; Senior Link when VM Creators Chat comes up again. It would 'Groovy' to give the old note-passers a special way to pass-them - with their 'favorite' memories as well - we all have them. Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal Author Community -
I like this piece ❤️😉📝👍