THE UNLOCKING PAST
Wonder don't all?.,.
victim they all,.,.
hovering around in frames,
many faces it nicked,
and waters it licked
sinking and fading when mildly floating
fingerly confusing,.,.existingly using,.
and all was the quicksand laid by time,.,.
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a nicely written poem.
i like the imagery of quicksand
swallowing up our framed images,
our fading memories,
our past...nice imagery.
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