MemoriesA Poem by donny ingrahamTimeMemories As paint fades, So does memories Time cannot be held Sand fallls through the hour glass Washed upon the shore, Only th be taken by the same currents Pictures fade Once young, Destined to be old Memories made, In time they fade © 2020 donny ingraham |
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Added on January 13, 2020 Last Updated on January 13, 2020 Authordonny ingrahamwilton manors, FLAboutI'm a 36 year old writer and poet. Possessing a scarred past, but not allowing it to take me down. I have written two books of poetry and write at any given moment to express myself. more..Writing
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