Why is it that sometimes our most favorite memories are those that seem often to be shrouded in gray and the hardest to clearly remember?
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Shrouded
In gray
The struggle
Remains
To recall
What’s gone
Lost
Alone
Wandering
Time passes
Gradually
To envision
A future
Lying ahead
Clear
And bright
Possibilities
Call softly
However still
Beckons
The past
In mists
Of my
Dark and
Faulty memories
~Mark Schutter © 2014
