#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
of my childhood,
so dark and unknown,
a blur to all,
even the child of which memories,

Time flys by like a moth to flame,
warm but cold,
easy to forget,
time isn't easy to erase,
time is an hourglass,
more mystery then love,
more cold then warmth

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