Time keeps slipping from me
Everything is harder to see
The fog is not lifting
Here I scramble with memories shifting
Do I dare ponder
Or go through life with wonder
It’s a trap for sure
And you doth be the lure
In my mind you have a theme
Yet I know all of this is a dream
© 2018 by M. Robbins
The Lost Voice Of A Lark 
This was such a beautifully written piece! ❤
You've captured this emotion in your words so perfectly…
Looking forward to reading more from you, Robbins!
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