How strange it is to picture our thoughts
To see them as clear as the mountains on a sunny day
Each detail fixed for a fleeting moment like a fish in a stream
Who is suddenly disturbed...and never comes back.
And yet we try so hard to recapture the moment
but it just fades away into the abyss of the past
Oh how we try
Could it be that it is a reminder of life ......... Nothing Lasts Forever
by Les
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