Meandering

I meander,
Through memories,
Of Melancholy
Meetings,
Marinated mirth
And merriment,
My time, matured
Between the margins,
Ideals maintained,
Upheavals manipulated,
Making me belong,
My mind unabridged.

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Poem © Phen Weston

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