Running away from me

 

Here

in this ancient hamlet

in this ancient house

in this ancient room

of oak beams

and leaded windows

evening falls early

in Winter.

 

No one is forgotten

nothing is lost.

Laughter

tears

family

lovers

friends

strangers.

Everyone is remembered

everything is saved.

 

It is only time

that runs so quickly

so easily

so cruelly

away from me.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written two years ago. It is still running away from me.

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