The Timeless Gift
The timeless gift that memories spawn
With whispers of those bygone days
As upon the mind a story plays
Returning with each new dawn
Through the windows of the mind
We see the sunshine and the storm
Within this view memories form
But sometimes storms are all we find
In time, yesterdays will just be skimmed
And memories will no longer be found
There's an echo, a despairing sound
As the light within the mind is dimmed
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9-6-18
Enclosed Rhyme - September Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2018
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