Fading
The stories never told
dissipate
irretrievably swallowed
buried
out of sight
in the quicksand of memory
Take hold of my words
dangling on the hand
stretched out
So I can stay a little longer
The stories never told
dissipate
irretrievably swallowed
buried
out of sight
in the quicksand of memory
Take hold of my words
dangling on the hand
stretched out
So I can stay a little longer
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Don Matthews
Mon 30th Mar 2020 01:18
I like everything about this Jeannot.....