“ Yesteryears ” ~ fading from clear ~

 

I yet agnize,

The voices

I still hear,

Their faces

I might see

As if now here,

Of people

Who now gone

Feel ever near,

Thus to compose

What had become

Of yesteryears,

Reminding me

Of what was dear,

But time alas so chose

Those yesteryears,

Now fade from clear!

 

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