Remains Of The Day

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The pathway a bed of shimmering sequences

Each crystal sparkles a reflection of his youth

Flakes of time float on gossamer wings

Silence, now the only presence

Madness rumbles in the valley below

Footsteps charging rage, camouflaged by fear

Stains of claret impress the new trail

Ashen clouds act as a cloak

Gone, is what was

History reveals another painful memory

©Debbie Stevens

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