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Silver Soul

Gently running my hand across old printed photographs Old skin turned to dust reached out to me Hands of the clock trying to lay their fingertips against mine And guide me through their lives Smiles as the then young adults watched children try to eat pie with no hands Pretending […]

The New Age

It was a long time ago, long before I could know Of obsolescence Ancestry; old books with stories that now collect dust Of romance and history, once new with gleeful shine turned to rust Quieted, berries of passion red, saddened blue They will say the golden times had every hue  […]