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.
Copyright © Michael Wise | Year Posted 2019
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