Saturday, February 21, 2015

Through the Mist of Time

Dr Abe V Rotor 








Through the mist we see children
Years back with many years lost;
Yet much is gained in memory
That holds stories untold.
Who is fishing there? Ahoy!
Only the tingling chime answers;
The childhood in us throbs, throbs
With the sweet music of time. ~

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