Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Boat Upon a Lake
In the darkness, if you close your eyes you can hear the songs from years past; the splashing from the swimmers, the laughter from the summers from so long ago. The sounds of panting, crying and conversations. The optimism of the youth and the innocence...now gone.
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2017 at 06:34PM,
February 21,
Freddy Zalta,
new york,
old memphis,
Some Poetry
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