The Past Grows Dreamy
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Inside our minds time often flows backward,
To rich sparkling treasures we left behind,
But the memories become somewhat blurred,
In a landscape where purple mists purblind.
There we find old gold, because time is kind
To the woman in the shoe with children,
Fading slow with Alice in Wonderland,
And Humpty Dumpty, from the wall fallen.
And old loves and those we knew beforehand,
Not to mention past sudden joys unplanned!
Written on 1/30/2022
For: D Forms - Dizain- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Copyright © Evelyn Judy Buehler | Year Posted 2022
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