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The Forge

Memories are painful knives

sheering slices of our lives

into fragments wrought of sorrow,

joy and tidings of tomorrow.

Recollection of the past

unleashes hope of futures vast

if we dare to dream and dance

upon the costly plane of chance.

Those memories are what we save,

they mould us into what we crave

they steel us with tempering fire

upon the anvil of desire.

Darren Goad © 2007 Photo by Hannah Gibbs on Unsplash

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