I walk in the winds of change
and I am stopped by a figure
by the tree
which is looking at me
when I walk closer
And it was gone
So did my mind play
tricks on me.
Or did I see
the changes which
no one wants to deal with
but they smiled
And walked on
to shadows who have
past on.
But rule the minutes
of our lives
An bring us memory
Of times when our
past was going fast
so much so that
flowers and bags
spark memory an light
a night of blessings an
situations.

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