Fading

My memories are fading,
Though I long for them to stay.
Like the final withered leaves
Before cold winter days.
Until all I have of loved ones
Are cold, unfeeling graves.





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despurlock This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 29, 2009 at 9:02 pm
Deep. Flawless. Beautiful. Haunting. Again, wonderful job!
 
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