Frederick Kesner - Promises

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Data storage now keeps forgotten memories;
images and words from jubilant revelries.

The clock is a blur of digits these days
and nothing is clear but tomorrow's maze.

So off we go to bury unwitnessed sunsets;
replacing our garden beds with plastic regrets.



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Frederick Kesner

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/promises-62/