Genuflecting To Time
somehow there was no way back and it burdened so.
Like a wish that has slowly burned away to embers;
hope seems to have become but a lifeless pile of molted ash.
And the weeping eyes that are reflected in the tears that flow;
Seem to carry a message that may soon become;
The passing melody of an unsung epitaph
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2011
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