The mists of
time
It floated pass
me by
The years I had
seen it
The cool mist in
the mind
Down in the
memory
How the years came
and gone
Leaving me
holding the empty spaces
Where did the
tales all gone?
I couldn’t tell
As I looked out
the window
It was the
sunlight’s shadows
Of trees and
potted plants
The mists of
time
There is no time
traveller
If there is, he
could return
Maybe he could
change everything
Now I listen to
the whispers
The cool mist in
the mind
Floating down to
the memory
Leaving me
holding the empty spaces
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