Memories by Heletia Smit | Poetry Potion
On the very edge of eternity I stand, My memories clutched tightly in my hand. A stern voice inside me says, that it’s time to let go, For all the pain in my hand, I have nothing to show. As I watch the distant sun sink to the very last ray, I slowly open my … Continue reading "Memories by Heletia Smit"
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