In the moonlight,
I see little things fly by,
Like a memory that fades away,
Slowly and painfully,
Into the unknown viod of the mind,
Slowly changing over time,
To where that memory is barely even alive.
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Author:
Anthony Robert Chancellor (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 14th, 2017 01:16
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
I like this very much - simple piece so well composed - great write Anthony
I plan to keep writing them daily, often times i ask someone to give me one word and I will write a poem on it. This one was a old piece back from high school years. @michael Edwards
Well described process of the mind processing pain and disappointment, Anthony! Welcome to MPS.
Thank you 🙂 my roommate actually told me about this site.
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