by James Sands
There is silent stillness down below,
the cold wet flakes caress my face,
as years drift by like fog on snow
the view from here, this hill won’t show
the memories bound in this place
there is silent stillness down below
where wild, red roses once did grow
a time I knew now leaves small trace
as years drift by like fog on snow
all youth turns haste and leaves to go
with restless dreams it forms to chase
there is silent stillness down below
where the old ones I used to know
emerge with a shadow embrace
as years drift by like fog on snow
the view from here, one life ago
time holds in moments to erase
there is silent stillness down below
as years drift by like fog on snow
photo credit: Ricardo Gomez Angel, Unsplash
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