Memories
by Armando Ortiz
Our memories
are fading photographs
hidden between pages
inside forgotten albums
Where fading peach sunsets
border the Polaroids,
with surface scratches
and faint glimmers of light.
Memories,
are stained-glass windows,
that filter dawn’s light
inside neglected chapels.
The walls are
bordered by alleys,
where street kids fight, and
bleed tears that
give life to rose gardens.
The past
are forgotten morning dreams, where
summers were spent inside pools,
and winters opening gifts.
We return to the neglected sanctuary,
where recollected experiences lay shattered and
are swept away by an invisible hand, that
makes a mosaic of memories
that’s as old as yesterday.
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