fulfilling its promise
it had made with sand
to remember the glimpses
but not the trye nature of being
it lingers,
pain it does too,
coming back is not it was meant to
as seasons change
leaves wither
the wind changes its course
as does our memories
why were the times good or bad
if they were meant to fade away
why are the times nostalgic
if they were meant to disembarke
on a journey never to return again
Alas! i'v travelled a lot in the realms of time
my face is eyched with bruises and victories of war fought
some are ripened fresh with the tears of joy and sorrow
but m a time traveller....
i will travel far and wide....
