Memory's Tombs
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Remnants of a peaceful world float around in memory's
tombs of yesterday.
To be recalled by a wish, desire or image in just a
matter of seconds.
Carefully calculating, trudging uphill, destiny always
out of reach.
Somehow never will be grasped or turned around,
because their time of life has run out long ago.
Now they remain on distant shores, hoping for someone
to remember them.
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