A haiku for all those tissues I have sneezed into this week. Enjoy!
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If I am to remember,what does that truly mean? Does it mean to remember the guns fired,to watch the scarlet blood gleam,or to touch the spirits who are still alive today,and hold them in high esteem? If I am to remember,what am I to forget?For it is difficult to say I am sorry,when we haveContinue reading “Remember”
When Time fades, and the clocks melt away,I want to be right where I am now,not beside another name, place or day. together but alone, is how it’s best,together is where we shall be,isolated from the rest. this feeling is our home,that we have built from the ground up,the foundations run smoothly,even if they tookContinue reading “Quiet voice”