Memories dangle on selective strings,
echoes rebound in silent rings.
Throughout time, skies unfold,
changing casts within set molds.
Parents sing in a child's voice,
growing old without a choice.
Devoted duties, a sculptured art,
heavily bleeds upon painted hearts.
Destiny blinks, blowing years away,
amber strands weigh more each day.
Dreams locked behind gilded gates,
bound tightly by lost hands of fate.
Concealed keys tear at smiles,
puddles ripple with daily trials.
Persistently teasing silken cotton,
while living a life almost forgotten.











I always find the PO's hit and miss when it comes to themes etc. Pleased you enjoyed it 


Hopefully see you next time 



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