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written by: Shade
Several moments promise to stay,
Like leaves on the branches of time
With autumn I pray they wither away
Yet they refuse, to give up their prime
Cruel memories, why don’t they fade?
Why don’t they erode by waves of age?
Strong will with her desperate spade,
through the sands of time, she excavates,
A familiar face with a smile sublime
Certain relief it brings like a soothing wine.
In this vicious labyrinth of dark moments
You are the part my heart never laments