...the seasons change with the passing of time~ as hard as i might wish to hold onto the moment, i have to let go as i am only a participant. time is not mine, i do not own it. she comes and goes on her own agenda, but i am left with the memories and yes..
they belong to me.
C
3 comments:
Beautiful.
And where would we be without our memories? Nowhere.
You are one hell of a writer, my friend!
When is your dang book coming out, woman!!
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