Time persuades our past to fade
though aging colors hold
stories told, some new, some old
hands played while others fold
What conceals these thoughts revealed
the canvas or the ink
none to know the highs and lows
or depths to which we sink
Dreams survive in jaded eyes
comprising colored shades
thoughts to dance as hearts romance
a glance before it fades
Captured time invoke remind
tell tales wrote on the soul
time persuades our past to fade
though aging colors hold
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