Early Works - Shadows Of The Past Poem by David Harris
Early Works - Shadows Of The Past
My mind is filled with memories
of times gone by
memories some innocent, some hurtful,
some filled with laughter
and some how I used to cry.
There are faces
some of which I do not know
strangers, shadows of the past.
Who are they
and why do they haunt the present me?
9 March 1983
Authors note:
I wrote this poem using the title of a novel I was writing at the time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 3:32:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Without memories, how might we understand we once lived in this world? Beautiful write.10.