There Comes an Ending
Your faces i see when i close my eyes
Voices still heard in the summer breeze,
Gatherings curtailed by a floating disease,
Poisoned air that we all breathed.
All things stopped except time itself,
Onward it went causing dissent and strife,
Everything aged memories to fade away,
Will we have time to gather again some day.
Andrew Mcintyre 19/03/2024 .
Copyright © Andrew Mcintyre | Year Posted 2024
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