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Locked Doors.
Time slips away behind
the doors we lock,
dissolves into the past
as we look the other way:
yet as we ourselves shall fall
time will not forget us.
Time slips away behind
the doors we lock,
dissolves into the past
as we look the other way:
yet as we ourselves shall fall
time will not forget us.
Remembrance
We write down our lives and will be found when some scholarly Master's candidate explores the Post Modern ink stained fingers of this age (not associated with viruses and sequestering) :D
I was sent a photo of a very
I was sent a photo of a very old door in a rough brick wall with forgetmenot's either side of the door, and that got me thinking about time passing, and not being completely forgotten because part of our lives are there for others to see.