Traces of Time
Mar 26, 2024
The past is still alive,
Shaping thoughts with ghostly hands,
Tinting all our visions,
a prism through which we see.
The world transformed
By fragments of what has been.
Each step forward,
the past, an unseen shadow.
Whispers of laughter, phantom tears,
Etched upon our fleeting years,
Imprinted on our hearts
Until we fade as one.
