State Of Mind

I lost myself
In the pitter-patter
Of falling rain
Old times die again

Time flies and yet
Again we find ourselves
In a state of
Constant reminiscences

The rain falls down
Shattering memories
Harshly wake me
From my state of mind

Things would never
Be the same again save
For a time machine
But for now
They’re lost forever

by Ann Evans

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