these years are slipping
through my fingers
I don’t know how
to catch them
the remnants of
promise lowly lingers
I didn’t know
how to keep them
sad truths of this
world slowly sting us
they didn’t know
who to stop then
through this misery
she brings us
the last hope she knows
is forgotten
– t.m.s.
https://wavesknowshores.wordpress.com
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