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From the dim misty past through the mind's tunnel dark memory like a flash of lightning bursts upon the moment unexpected- a screen of smoke appears to shut away the present--- a standstill of time-- pictures, smells, sounds, voices light, shades, colours, places, faces they resurrect like fragments of shattered glass where only vague images suggest as in impressionistic paintings with wide gaps waiting to be filled by the imagination of the rememberer feelings are awakened in an avalanche the heart beats fast in confusion as reality fades and sinks away the imperious past claims victory and takes over with relentless immediacy it's as though our human life is a boundless sea each wave a memory of rapture or sorrow of triumphs or set-backs of remorse, regrets, aches of dreams that perished of hopes that vanished of love or its loss of beauty which once held majestic sway to end at the close of day are we sad or happy each one of us none does know but oneself what would you and I finally say?
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
FROM THE DIM MISTY PAST*
From the dim misty past through the mind's tunnel dark memory like a flash of lightning bursts upon the moment unexpected- a screen of smoke appears to shut away the present--- a standstill of time-- pictures, smells, sounds, voices light, shades, colours, places, faces they resurrect like fragments of shattered glass where only vague images suggest as in impressionistic paintings with wide gaps waiting to be filled by the imagination of the rememberer feelings are awakened in an avalanche the heart beats fast in confusion as reality fades and sinks away the imperious past claims victory and takes over with relentless immediacy it's as though our human life is a boundless sea each wave a memory of rapture or sorrow of triumphs or set-backs of remorse, regrets, aches of dreams that perished of hopes that vanished of love or its loss of beauty which once held majestic sway to end at the close of day are we sad or happy each one of us none does know but oneself what would you and I finally say?
* slightly amended
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
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