Memories of the year gone by
With my pen I draw circles, unbidden
There is a dream about to die
I turn around and it’s been given
Waiting for the fog to clear
Through the shadows I wonder
Where the dreams have been forgiven
Memories of the year gone by
With my pen I draw circles, unbidden
There is a dream about to die
I turn around and it’s been given
Waiting for the fog to clear
Through the shadows I wonder
Where the dreams have been forgiven
~Troy, 2024.
~Troy, 2024.