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Mar 2018
Glimpses of the past
captured in shots.

Much to relish and savour.
Much to learn from.

But they flash by
all too quickly.

If I could,
these still frames
I’d tessellate haphazardly;
for they never came in sequence.

Then I’d pan out to see
a view of a wall...

Towering to the heavens
as tall as my vision could reach,
spanning the horizon
as far as my head could turn.

I peer
but with naked eyes,
a busy mosaic
of my history
told in sepia.
Written by
ryn  πŸ‡ΈπŸ‡¬
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