Sounds

There was a time when through these eyes,
The world was full of magic, of possibilities
as endless as a summer day.
There was a time when it all seemed possible,
but not today, not this time,
its no longer clear.
The colors of yesterday have all but disappeared
Days no longer full of laughter, instead
Converted into endless years
That just seem to keep repeating

Sounds of voices no longer near
That I hold dear……..

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