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Rusted
Rusted memories
tangled in yesterday
stolen by tomorrow
robbed by today
the splash of water on milky skin
the open sigh of wonderment
as you nourish the spirit
bathing in creations imagination.
yesterday was leant to me
to appreciate today and have hope for tomorrows whim
Faith is the souls saviour without it we are just tarnished waiting to kiss the earth and cool our hearts in the babbling brook of What if's and Had I's
Yesterday is a gift that can not be reclaimed each photograph imprinted on our hearts
Reminding us of what we seek
Ourselves.
