January 6, 2023
Memories are like images,
they just fade away
into sheer oblivion
and blown away
like dust in the wind.
At times, they come into grips,
like shattered bits and pieces
in some blurred and indistinct dreams, but some cling on tenaciously,
like barnacles, haunting, lingering, never letting go till the end.
ILA Member Poet
