I came upon, a long lost thing,
forlorn as it was, it had beauty to me,
withered and bruised, it lay among,
the shredded remains, of an old love song
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The expressed well how bits of the past never really go away. The present, in fact, is constructed on the past. Inevitably thoughts will wander back.Thanks Karin.
Very eloquent and lovely...it is great to cherish the past rather than to be held in its thrall...Coach
the past was not the last...............nice piece.....