Sep 25
Memories are what we would call
the ephemeral hues
on the canvas of time,
the intricate outlines
of painstaking work
seeming a blur from the distance;
all blending into the faded echoes
of our past regrets.
the ephemeral hues
on the canvas of time,
the intricate outlines
of painstaking work
seeming a blur from the distance;
all blending into the faded echoes
of our past regrets.
Could a canvas really be blank but so striking at the same time?
