Shades of black and dusky grey
Like wind whipped, whispering leaves
Cloud my memory dull and dim
chasing all but fleeting ghosts away
I know that somewhere deep within
The twisted labyrnith of my brain
There lies a place of green and light
Of peace behind the pain
Memories of a different life
Lived by a different man
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Honestly and very appealingly told. You have astonishing talent with words. Keep writing with heart Jim. Fondly from Fay.