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Yesterday Is Gone by Anne Lindgren

The fragile moments of yesterday
shrouded in fog
lost in distance
Caressed by tiny drops of rain
hurdled by winds
hidden in cobwebs
Built dreams with no foundations
with no windows
and no ceiling.

The budding rose of yesterday
held the scent of summer
felt the red of romance
Caressed by tiny drops of dew
folded in velvet
embraced by laughter
Created bouquets with no fragrance
with no innocence
only the thorns.

The cold stillness of now
invades all vision
intrudes on my privacy
Strangled by a forced smile
blocked by cold eyes
refrigerated in darkness
Hurtled their waves of innocent truth
like shadows on my heart
like leafless moonlight
Haunting forever my silent woods.