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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Poetry Pond image which was the prompt for this poem. Alone/Never Alone Alone. Forgotten - gone. Children, weeds grown Each minding their own business. Now my only companions are the wind And ghosts of my memories that keep me in constant motion. Rusty links in my chains providing the only laughter to fill the air. Rain Is now The only creature To slide down my limbs And ivy the only to climb them. Songs fill the air sung by birds coming for a rest - Safe from the wind - alone, in pairs, or as a family. There, squirrels chase each other running around and through my legs playing tag. Above, Dappled Sun Lazily walks around My demesne overseeing its children. Reflecting on the rainbow of life which Constantly surrounds me I now realize: the children, grown like weeds, Are gone - but I am not at all forgotten and certainly never alone.
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