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| Daniel A. Stafford | 9/6/2000 4:11:05 AM 10/12/2022 10:27:31 PM | 922 |
Torn Pictures
Grayness, left over memories served cold and unknown,
Times passed by, ashes of fires now cold as stone,
Faded torn pictures, yellowed in cracked glass,
Stories of the ages, forgotten, they must pass.
Sorrows un-mourned of long ago,
Who was loved, who did they know?
Never a pen fast enough to catch faded moments,
The slowness, lack of time fills with regrets.
Lost arts in the distance to stay,
I write to forgive them, just pieces of a day.
No words are ever enough.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C)2000
Author's Comments
Another reason I write, less of the pictures I don't have will become torn up and unviewable as I slowly pass on from these given once times, soon to be tomorrow's legends of the fall, faint fragrances of a long ago springtime hanging out near yellowed pages.
| Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views |
| Daniel A. Stafford | 9/6/2000 4:11:05 AM 10/12/2022 10:27:31 PM | 922 |