Ring Memories

the tree wraps its memories
round and round in solid rings
rain, shine, storm of the years

i warmly wrap up yours in the things that we do
i feel myself swirling into your arms
holding them tight as rings, wooden rings
swirling, twirling and dancing round and round
to our best years.

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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