Sometimes when I
keep away in darkness
Images take place in my mind
Reminders of
what could have been
Run through in bouts of hazy fogs
Always different each time
and I am always filled with a touch of longing
A forgotten feeling
But fresh every time, like it was yesterday
YOU ARE READING
Fleeting.
PoetryMoments in life are fleeting--some people use cameras to capture minuscule details through a click of a button, others through a bold stroke of paint on an empty canvas, and a couple of others through meaningful scrawls on pieces of paper. Started:...
