Time fades like ink in rain—
names blur, faces soften,
yet the ache stays sharp,
a quiet, stubborn stain.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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Time fades like ink in rain—
names blur, faces soften,
yet the ache stays sharp,
a quiet, stubborn stain.
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Comments1
What a nice metaphor that running ink and wet paper. Well done
Thank you
You are most welcome William
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