Monday, January 13, 2020

Memories


Memories

As paint fades,
So does memories 
Time cannot be held
Sand fallls through the hour glass 
Washed upon the shore,
Only th be taken by the same currents
Pictures fade
Once young, 
Destined to be old 
Memories made,
In time they fade

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