Lost Time

Miklos AranyFebruary 15, 2016Poetryliterature, poem, poetry, verse, writing

High on the wall standing between tomorrow
And yesterdays heavy as gold light as an arrow
I find and sift a collection of gilt-laden objects
Fingerprints and photos of the living and their dead

I remember
I remember
I remember

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