The sands of time.
slip
through my finger tips.
leaving particles
behind.
Memories of someone
who doesn't exist.
except in the canyons
on my mind.
SPANISH
la a renas del tiempo
resbalon
a traves de puntas de los dedo
deja detras paericles
recuerdos deuna pwesona
que no existe
excepto enlos canones
de mi mente
(c) copyright heather burns
I love the line "canyons of
I love the line "canyons of my mind".........good one here Heather.
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Hi Phil, thanks so much for reading and commentin on my poems.
I haven't been coming here very often. too busy lately.
Have a good day. heather