Sometimes, somehow

*Sometimes, somehow*

The years go by,
Running through your fingers,
And forming memories.

Sometimes, somehow,
A memory comes up.
A part of who you were.

It passes through your mind,
Goes into your eye
And tears it up.

Zornitsa

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