Like the Wind

Fri, 12/11/2015 - 16:56 -- mezan62

Like the cool breeze, the years flow.

Along with the memories, I watch them go.

Day by day, I write in my journal,

letting the memories, by pen, show.


My love for the past will never end.

I will rot until the past and I seek ammends.

I live in each previous year that passes by,

with no look at the future, 

only the look in your past eyes. 


As the years pass, I sink deeper.

Deeper into the dark abyss of memories.

It happened all too quickly,

my memories run with the wind. 



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