memory
there i was and here i stand
grown so much through the faded glass
like a ghost flower, lifeless in the past
dancing like daisies in the stillness of the grass
laying in bed schetching oh, so fast, should that be the last?
looking back now through the swaying grass
watching time fly by, trying the hardest to make time last
savoring every minute,
every second,
of the past
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