Yours

We live in the memories of those who know us.
They repeat things we said that wrested their focus.

A one-liner here; a witty opinion there.
I will live on in a nameless cognitive flair.

My mind is my garb & my words are my garden.
I’ve sewn & I’ve sown, so my me will not harden.

Please, tend to my blooms & hand what’s left of me down.
Take me with you ‘round the world, or just about town.

Yes, I augment; but my color’s indelible.
Change is healthy…but consistency’s tellable.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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