Memories grown old
fall like dry leaves over my balcony
I hold them
caressingly, quiveringly
afraid I will tear them, break them, lose them
Memories caught in instants of time
freezing vistas and faces and things
frames that capture more than photos
Each embedded with sweet, sometimes sad
drops of feeling
Lost in time, yet never to be lost
like dry leaves with everlasting souls
that fly away skywards
to become little specks in the sky
twinkling in the night
glistening on my cheeks...
(by me)
posted by Sylvia D'souza at 10:39 pm
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