Brown Pages
Lost loves remembered from pages turned brown
They read like letters from scattered debris
I tear them from love's book to be thrown down
To build their funeral pyre for me
These yesterdays I have folded in time
To cast in the flames where memories cry
Colored smoke floats upon the air to climb
I can see them rise in an endless sky
They leave worthless emotions of fool's gold
With its dung rich charcoal and flames which weep
These timeless memories will burn until cold
Then fade into ashes so I can sleep
Thrown in the blazing flames of yesterday
I watch each love lost, burn slowly away
5/8/21
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