Swift Passages
How swift the passage of time;
stored up memories,
disappear as sailing ships.
Become as ghost ships;
so short grows my time,
as do fading memories.
Can't recover lost memories;
gone are those capsized ships;
I find there is no time.
Time’s so short and memories made
dissipate, as ships lost in fog.
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