The
years may have gone
The
silence in the mind
The
time may have recorded
The
good thing is memory
It
never fails to reconnect
Wiring
up the brain to recall
The
time when it was there
The
circle that was gone
Turn
to pieces go separate way
Into
the life each would call its own
No
strings attached no sad stories
But
the good thing is memory
It
recalls what it is.....
The
walls on the circle
There
will be pasted notes and guides
Staying
there for years and times
The
silence claims its own life
In
the vast void sometimes the echo whirring
Linking
the memory of times gone by
The
whirring wind
The
notes will flutter
Racing
to fly away leaving the walls
But
it stays stuck with glue for ages gone
The
virtual world
The
windows of the mind
Once
a name to remember
It
comes into memory
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