Sep 2019
as the trees are burning,
so too are the memories
i made as a child.
each are now embers,
glowing and fragile.
but i cannot hold them,
and so i only watch,
until they are but ash.
so too are the memories
i made as a child.
each are now embers,
glowing and fragile.
but i cannot hold them,
and so i only watch,
until they are but ash.
(22/F)
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