As I saw in those old days,
I see now, everything about you.
Now as future is present and present is past
So are you.
Memories grow fonder, as time turns its hands.
No one remembers the fallen sand from the hourglass.
poetry from the mind of a Scorpio
As I saw in those old days,
I see now, everything about you.
Now as future is present and present is past
So are you.
Memories grow fonder, as time turns its hands.
No one remembers the fallen sand from the hourglass.