As the cold wind begins to blow
So many memories begin to flow
So many I have of the past
Some have begun to fade but many will last
Memories of days from long ago
Memories I am unable to let go
Memories that haunt my mind
Memories that I am unable to bind
Like apparitions they roam free
Unwilling to let me be
Silhouettes of the past
How long will they last?
As the cold wind begins to blow
So many memories begin to flow
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Through the Years
PoetryI share with you in these pages the events and the people of my life through poetry
