Remembering You
Time has passed,fleeting still-
bitter sweet
its alluring song.
Longing to
reclaim the youth,
so quickly gone.
Childhood dreams
cradled within
the hands of memory's
gentle grasp.
Time may pass,
we slip away, never going back.
Remembering You
Time has passed,freemansvoice commented on Remembering You
04-11-2017
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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