swirlsA Poem by LostSagethe passage of time
mysteria swirls colors and time
dont try to make sense of it enjoy your drink of lemon and lime hold hands and love it it fleets away so fast soon it will be a picture you hold in your hand a picture of the past try try to understand how those two people once would hold hands © 2021 LostSageAuthor's Note
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