Whispers Of Gone Years Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

Whispers Of Gone Years

Soft rain on the glass,
A fading, moaned and sighed name,
Years slip through my hands,
Like sand upon the wind blown,
Where did the moments all go?

Thursday, April 3, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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Bernard F. Asuncion

Bernard F. Asuncion

Subic, Philippines
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