Reminiscence
Reminiscence
The passionate winds of days gone by,
metamorphosed into soft breezes, and we sigh.
With each passing day, a little we die,
looking to the heavens, filling our inner eye
with a diamond tear drop, and we cry.
Reminiscing of all we did try
as we took wing and did fly
- for a brief moment in time –
with all that made life sublime.
Endings, such a crime !
B. J. “A” 2
August 20th 2013
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