The journals of your past
Are just memories
Words on paper....
I seen them fall
Into the creek, far below
I watched the pages unfold....
Seeing the ink blemish or disappear
As some of our memories also do
Keep what is good
Wash the others away....
The pages falling
Gliding onto their own paths
Sinking, or taking flight
As from the winds....
The rocks shredding paper
As they float towards the unknown
As some of our memories doing the same....
Choose on what to keep
Let the others go
Close your eyes
Let the waters take you home....
Michael Vandyke C@ 2019
Thursday, October 17, 2019
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