The dreams that flickered
and faded like a dying candle light.
Our yesterday’s loves are all gone now
leaving no trace they had ever been
except within the flickering pages
of our memory.
We have climbed many mountains
and they became lost from view.
Our young hearts were fickle then
in those far of days of our youth.
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