The View from the Moon

I'm a twenty-something citizen of the Moon, weird theatre person, and bonne vivante. I like strawberries and bananas.
This is my stream of consciousness; thoughts, visuals, sounds.
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~ Friday, September 14 ~
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When You Come

Written by: Maya Angelou

When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,

I cry.

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