Dead Trees and Ink
A collection of simple musings.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Persistence of Memory
I saw your face through a crowded mirror
Reflections shattered by your didactic smile
Broken memories littered beneath my feet
Shards of happiness splintered and forgotten
Glittered echoes shine through dark hands of time
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