Time is eddies and currents
Holding us to our path
Everything with its purpose
Maybe even all our pasts
One wave brings us forward
Then another brings us back
Let us forget, then,
Everything that
You ever meant to us
Many are the memories
And many are the tears
No one could mean more
Has it really been so long
After all it seems so soon
Sliding through time together
Maybe apart, in our current boats
Everyone’s stronger
Wednesday, May 4th, 2016
Daily Archive
May 4, 2016
From “Tides of Distant Memory” by Anonymous
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