My Little Black Book of Books
Saturday, April 11, 2015
I have already forgotten
What I needed to remember.
The winter has hidden the vines
And the sun no longer shines.
The words spoken yesterday
Tomorrow the rain will wash away.
Time, it has no mercy for those who wait.
The evening falls, another day is over.
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