when things used to be so much simpler.


Pink ribbon flutters to the floor forever to stay burred.

Burred in dust.

Left to gather more.

Once and intacite bowouncing

With red waves.

Now a distant memoryof a forgotten childhood

So far away.

Lost in a life of history.

Forced to the back of no one's mind.

Left to brown with age in time.

Submitted: April 16, 2011

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