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ShadowsLike phantom specters of days long forgotten,
Memories return, neither decayed nor rotten.
So distant a time I can scarce even recall;
The emotions I felt have grown faded and small.
Shadows of memories, ghosts of emotions;
Distilled over time to a mystical potion.
Faded and worn like an old pair of jeans,
Comforting and soothing when I lack other means.
So I dwell among shadows of days long past;
Hoping the fading memories will somehow last.
I see again my best friend, my sisters and brother,
I relive happier times with my father and mother.
The shadows around me swirl in kaleidoscopic shade;
Fading memories of scenes long ago made.
One day I too will softly fade away,
Living on in shadows you remember of this day.