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When memory begins to be erased

I dream of Autumn, its colours.
Summer didn’t hold my heart.
Winter’s cold, touched my soul.
Will Spring find me where I belong?

I feel that I’ve been misplaced.
Like a parcel with the wrong address.
Return to sender! Undelivered!
Then sent to the next address.

Nothing looks familiar, nothing.
This is not my home. Where am I?
I don’t remember. It hurts to think.
A veil lifts, it hurts to remember.

I search, but I can’t find home.
In my dream, I see my home.
But it’s gone when I awake.
Just a memory left behind.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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