a work in progress
The ripple, lost in a tide, brought by a moon, that set long ago.
The pebble, ground to dust by endless waves.
The waters, dissipated, replaced by others.
The remembrance, of a fading memory, all that remains.
Amazing lines, aptly describes the feeling of old and lost generations and memories...
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Amazing lines, aptly describes the feeling of old and lost generations and memories...
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