gone, but never left!
living in moments that refuse to leave,
they shape who we were,
who we are,
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who we will be.
The before we live every now and then,
The past that is still our present,
The memories that travel to the future,
What’s gone is still with us,
What’s gone never left us.
It stays:
In times when the world stopped,
To make sure we can dream.
In times that went by, then,
Came back countless times,
In times when our shadows became them,
But they never really come,
In times with bright blue skies,
Now has all colors , yet feels colourless.
Times when we recall what’s gone,
Times when we remember who we used to be,
Times when we dragged ourselves to the past,
Just so that, we can find that missing piece,
Just so that, we can complete the puzzle,and,
Just to see, what went wrong,
And to learn what can be done.
What’s gone won’t really come,but
What’s gone can complete the puzzle that was never done.
— Bloom Ray
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