The past.
It can't be turned.
Now it comes in flashes.
Of memories.
Of happiness.
Of sadness.
It comes in flashes.
Of childhood.
Of youth.
It comes in flashes
Of you.
YOU ARE READING
A Piece of poetry
PoetryThe collection of all the endless feelings and senses in this world.
The past
The past.
It can't be turned.
Now it comes in flashes.
Of memories.
Of happiness.
Of sadness.
It comes in flashes.
Of childhood.
Of youth.
It comes in flashes
Of you.
