Poem for Florence

On 2 Feb ’16 by Bill W. With 0 Comments - Mediterranean, Travel

Remember that time
When this was our view?
Time flew,
And we couldn’t stop it.
Tried to,
But instead we just lingered.
Watched it slip
Right thru our fingers.
As it turned from “now”
Into a memory.
Remember that time?

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