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Mar 2016
That old warm Sunday Sun
Peers through the window
Soft light casts a shadow across the room
Time feels slow
Lost
Memories dance across the mind
Time moves inevitably onward
Sunrise, sunset
Year by year
We are helpless in its quest
To continue slipping out of our hands
The only thing we hold onto
Are moments
Such as watching the light
Peer through the window
From a warm Sunday Sun
Kevin Seiler
Written by
Kevin Seiler  33/M/CNY
(33/M/CNY)   
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