Troubled - Poem by David Blake
Reflections, vauge fingerprints of
things long lost. Photographs
and dreams laughting at
something now unseen, caught in
the spiderweb of my minds eye.
Troubled by what I know that I
have forgotten. Visions now
intwined with the hazy vastness
of time never again to be seen.
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