Excerpt Number 1

Time is a consumer of lives and souls and thoughts and love The world that once turned yesterday has forever gone away Was it not good, what used to be? Was it not sweet for you and me? Remnants of the golden past bring tears for times that couldn't last Photographs are sweet sublime handheld bits of frozen time Miracles kept within a book for anytime you wish to look * This is an actual excerpt from a larger and older piece that I am trying to rework. I hope to get it where I want it, and if so I'll post the entire thing here. I hope it was okay to share this just little snippet.