The Fading Sight Poem by Mark Arvizu

The Fading Sight



I ran down the green grass hill
I felt I had stood on a thousand times
An open place valley of echoing sounds
That over the days did fade in my mind

How did I get there in the first place?
A distant land my fathers had traced?
A memory etched in my soul of an ancient road
Or just a place of peace that longs my soul

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A recurring sight in my mind that has faded over the days.
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Mark Arvizu

Mark Arvizu

Ciudad De Los Angeles, California
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