The past is watercolored
Prey of wind and showers
The paint-brushed details are blurry
Colors mesh together.
Names, places, forever gone
The spoken words are lost
No lyrics left to the song
Yet music still persists.
now, over my bread and wine
Sweet precious memories
Softly flow warmth through my mind
Pierce feeling to my soul.
My deeds and words will soon die
A silent ghost released
Someone gives a wistful sigh
My nameless past is felt.
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