Prisoners

The past imprisons us

In memories of grandeur

Of lives long gone 

Of lost loves and stature 
The past imprisons us 

In ideals and hopeful wishes 

Of blissful summers

Love letters and sweet kisses
This past that imprisons

Are but memories now

Of old smiles and old pains 

Throbbing echoes somehow 
~aleck solier

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