You’ll visit me occasionally,
A fleeting thought, a distant memory.
Others will forget, my name silenced,
Lost in eternity.
The marks I left will fade, memories erased,
Like autumn leaves.
My presence, once vibrant, will dissolve,
Leaving no traces.
Time, the gentle thief, will steal my legacy,
Leaving emptiness,
A hollow echo of what once was.
My voice, now whispers,
will soon be silenced, my story, unwritten,
Lost in the sands of time.
Yet, in the depths of your soul, a glimmer of me will remain,
A spark that flickers, a reminder of love and pain.
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poetic musings
Poetry"In 'POETIC MUSINGS,' I invite you to embark on a journey through the labyrinth of human experience. These poems explore the intersections of love, loss, and self-discovery, weaving a tapestry of emotions and thoughts. Inspired by the fleeting momen...
