Walking on the great wall
Briefly in the past
My heart is trembling softly
I hope this doesn't last
I still recall a spoken name
And how I felt that day
It never will abandon me
Though too often it sounds grey
Memory is brittle
Needs massage along the way
What we think as unimportant
May end up haunting us someday
There is nothing more to offer
Friendships often go that way
I will never forget her
And what she didn't say.
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 10:59 PM UTC
Walking on the great wall
Briefly in the past
My heart is trembling softly
I hope this doesn't last
I still recall a spoken name
And how I felt that day
It never will abandon me
Though too often it sounds grey
Memory is brittle
Needs massage along the way
What we think as unimportant
May end up haunting us someday
There is nothing more to offer
Friendships often go that way
I will never forget her
And what she didn't say.
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