Watch Them Fade Away

Memories created by action
every one captured like notes in a scrap book
We catalogue photos on a silver screen
that shuffles like cards on a rolodex
Sketching scenery out in the woods
paper becomes alive when art blooms
The sound when heard of a guitar strumming
to the howl of a lonesome wolf crying
Rabbits on the ground, blackbirds above
spring breeds, when mating season comes
Memories kept in a bottle
loses their lustre and throttle
Watch them fade away
trapped without air, dare I say


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