Poetry

Wrists

The strings so old
Colors still fading

The bracelets on my wrists
Some may disappear

Long ago created
In times still remembered

Those lovely times
Times dead but not forgotten

My bracelets are not for fashion
They hold memories

Memories I love
Love in nostalgia

Even when I write
I look at my arm

And there it is
Bits of my life

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