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Time To Remember

Listen to the faces buried in the walls.
Their voices are whispering hidden words.
Quietly, stand here and feel their breath.
Let your skin hear what your ears cannot.

Shadow of Childhood

There is a special place hidden within my memories. It is a shadow of childhood. Where Halloween Was costumes and candy, Christmas was magical, And Love Was a pure and unblemished vision. I ride through the misty streets… Read More