Lost in the past, I wander alone,
Through echoes of memories, ancient and grown.
Time’s gentle fingers brush my face,
As shadows dance in forgotten grace.
A world of whispers, soft and low,
Where dreams were planted long ago.
The clocks are silent, the days undone,
Under the weight of a forgotten sun.
Faces once known are now unclear,
Lost in the haze of an unspoken year.
I chase the footsteps that faded fast,
A prisoner held by the ghosts I’ve passed.
Yet in the ruins of yesteryear,
There’s a beauty that clings, crystal clear.
For though the past is far from near,
Its heart still beats, forever sincere.
So here I stand, both lost and found,
In the past’s embrace, where memories are bound.
A fleeting moment, forever cast,
Lost, yet alive, in the echoes of the past.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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