Memories

Strange, but it’s a year already, 365 days gone like that; blown away like dandelion on winds.

Days are left behind just like that,sinking onto the train of memories,with regrets, doubts and fears,washing the shores of the mind and soul.

What would I have done better,hangs heavy like a crown,like been strapped to a whale while flying,lined with the bare truth staring cold,mockingly,as it helds Nothing can be altered;truth sings bitingly,as it all but screams the silence away.

Yes, it yells, all rests not on time,but shouldered by fate and strings on the kite of faith Yes still, time it would seem,is the only constant that binds.

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