Emporium

Fleeting

I held the water in my hands

But it slipped through my fingers

It seeped through the sands of time

But the memory still lingers

I can still hear it's echo

Like a cave full of memories

It's all so very retro

Those good times, now my enemies

Resonating, reverberating, it bloomed like a zinnia spring

But the howling, exodus wind blew the petals away while it would sing

Fleeting...