It's just another day,
Another dawn, another dusk,
Amidst piling thoughts to sort,
Memories come rushing forth.
Fleeting images of a time long past,
A heartbeat that makes it seem like yesterday.
Of what was, is and is to be,
Snowflakes that melt ever so slowly.
What we face today is an illusion,
Or perhaps a mirror?
Echoing our darkest desires,
Our deepest fears.
Neither one nor the other,
Only reality in creation,
Upon times well remembered.
And though the images may have ceased to exist,
The emotions remain ... well guarded until eternity.
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beautifully expressed :)
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ReplyDelete---> I've never seen this emotion penned down in such a manner before. Very well enunciated.. :)
@ Vagabond and cosmos: I didn't see the comments! Thank you so much!
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