When
the voices are gone
Leaving
only the memories
Of
the shared footprints
in
the tapestry of time
Open
the pages of photos albums
There
the laughter, smile and tears
Remembering
the shared moments
Of
the years gone with each passing day
When
the voices are gone
The
sound of echo seems to hear
The
flickering moment of hearing
Maybe the wind whirring away
But
there is the good feeling
Though
the voices may have called the last
Leaving
the threads of tapestry
Locking
in to the memories
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