Circles

No statue of limitations on a mended heart…

The shadows of the past exist a vital part…

No amount of time could conscience free a mind…

A constant after thought, thought about at different times…

Repeatedly a scene , a reason, an excuse…

Through the hands slip the grasp, our moment of truth…

A synonym of hope, written as second chance…

A second opportunity at last to let it pass…

In circles as we reel back to where we begun…

The misery of company our happiness is among…

All to be forgotten, asleep and kept aside…

Until a thought’s provoked then all is then revived….

 

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