Time

Time blurs memories

Like paint—

Red mixes with blue,

Commingling,

Until only purple remains





Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2016-01-19 at 03:37

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i don't know why exactly, but the word "bruised" comes to mind when i read this. maybe i associate blurred memories with pain. that's me.
2016-01-19


Chaucer Whethers
It does seem to be so.
2016-01-19