Waves of time pass by,
washing years away,
bit by bit changing everything,
slowly but surely healing all wounds and
closing all chapters.
Memories remain, imprinted on the sand,
Neither fading nor glowing
unaffected by time,
dull and lifeless
scabby carvings
on dry wood.
years have passed,
long cold winter has gone..
replaced by the summer breeze
time does not stand by,
for any one,
those who don’t allow themselves,
to take part in time’s eternal game,
well, indeed..
They become very much,
collateral,
very much damaged..