horizon of the past
I look over my shoulder
for the time that's been
moments and people
that will never come again
then you come oh Melancholy
reminding that the past
is a butterfly of history
which is impossible to catch
because
you can remember
you can miss
but you can only once exist.
Poetry by C-F Haegring
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Written on 2010-09-22 at 03:54
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