Whispering Memories
whispering memories of times ago
when days seemed slow to me.
I feel a fugue a solemn mood,
a deep sad cut in the nights copper colored
fabric born on a lazy breeze.
I cannot smile can,t chance the while,
can,t see the where,
only feel that there was more to see,
but then i just forgot.
Forgot to know the where to go,
yes i just forgot.
Copyright © Kevin Callaghan | Year Posted 2013
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