Monday, May 30, 2011

Through the Mist of Time

Mural and Verse by 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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