Memory 1
Memory 1
Your memory,
A sketch Vanishing,
In the fog of a winter morn,
Silently.
An experience of,
The cool of the nights,
Dwindling embers
Among moistened ash.
And the soft touch,
Of the vanishing dew ,
Of the unkempt lawns.
Your memory,
A sketch Vanishing,
In the fog of a winter morn,
Silently.
An experience of,
The cool of the nights,
Dwindling embers
Among moistened ash.
And the soft touch,
Of the vanishing dew ,
Of the unkempt lawns.