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 Elena's Humming Soul


The lighted wicks 

have charmed

the wind—perhaps…

Ah, cest la vie

but the hands of 

time stealthily slip through 

the thin-waisted

hourglass, unsettling

less than the finest sand

trickling down, akin

to the purest dust,

clinging at the visage and edges

of scattered mementos…

all in vintage gleam,

the undefied portal to

ages past, ah the smell

of hot choco and freshly baked

bread, and the silky velvet

running through the stairs…

and those dashing smiles

unscathed by vain promises.

Now, there's silence…

nothing else.
By: Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon©2020

Date Presented: August 17, 2020

Author's Note: 

There is a time in our lives
when we yearn for something in the past,
that moment can bring both smiles and tears...
becoming a part of us, unstirred.

The above picture is my personal edit.


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