Reflection

 

I remember that one time,

That time long ago.

But the memory is in black and white,

Full of people I no longer know.

Memories of sunshine,

And the memory of rain.

And the memories of places

I can never go back again.

 

How is time like a river,

If you cannot fish from one place?

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