Fading Memories
by James G. Piatt



Fading memories,
Thin lines of
Whispering tomorrows,
A never-ending litany
Of that which is ephemeral and
Finite collapses in a cacophony
Of unspoken hours,
While aromas of roses
Covering a faded white arbor,
Emit silent musings
Of long lost lovers.





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