Time tugs at heart-strings; disregards
Its thought-scape threaded with postcards
Where, like autumnal leaf scenes waft
Upon the sheaf of past, silk-soft
...and most would be forgotten, lost
Save for heart-strings that bind them close
And render to thought’s touch the thrill
Of pictures framed where Time stands still
© Janet Martin
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