Remember When
A girl sits
on the shores
of memory,
and watches
the past fly by,
Caught up
in the midst
of a revery,
she doesn’t notice
the present cry,
A cool breeze
blows
on the golden shore,
as she knowingly opens
a once locked door,
Where past ,
present ,
and future
is swept
into the current
where memory slept,
With her eyes open wide,
She dives right in…
And drowns in the tide,
Of Remember When.
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