The Dilution of Memory
Embers fade,
disappearing into hushed night.
Petals wither,
falling on soft grass.
Words pale,
obscured by anguish within.
Faces blur,
dimmed by galloping years.
Kisses lose,
the urgency of bygone furnaces.
Feelings recede,
lying dormant in shielded vaults.
Love loses,
fatigued after numberless skirmishes.
Pain flees,
seeking new wounds to inflict.
Scars remain,
sentinels against,
the dilution of memory.
Afzal Moolla lives and works in Johannesburg, South Africa. He is an amateur writer and does so for pleasure.
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