A Trickle Of Thoughts - 62 Poem by Rose Marie Juan-austin
A Trickle Of Thoughts - 62
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The wind blows slowly
on the footmarks we left
on the dusty ground until
they are wipe out,
leaving no trails behind.
The claws of dementia
are comparable to this wind.
They can sweep away
memories and relationships.
Copyright 2024, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, June 5, 2024
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7/26/2024 8:43:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
"The claws of dementia"