There's this aching inside me
From where all the years roll back memories
They weren't kind, nor were they cruel
Just fragments of time, poignant and full.
Looking pensively at the sky
wherefore the meaning of all those years gone by
care I remember them lest they disappear or fade
into clouds of blue ambers, softly unmade.
Friday, December 6, 2024
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