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

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
LeeAnn Azzopardi 06 June 2024

Excellent piece I can relate Bravo TFS

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Anjandev Roy 05 June 2024

This is wisely depicted...... thanks for sharing......

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Rose Marie Juan-austin

Rose Marie Juan-austin

Laoag City, Philippines
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