Sunday, April 24, 2016

04-24-16 Spirits Of The Old Neighborhood

The years pass
Slow but so fast
Memories linger
Energies left behind

Trees have seen
Seasons change
And everything
In between

Rusted fences stand
Brick walls are taller
Footsteps on the path
Voices speak softly

Ghosts transcend
Boundaries of time
Living inside echoes
Walking in your shoes

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