No Matter How Vivid Those Pictures Kept

Recapturing a past had,
With a wish this can be done to relive...
Is insisted by others who feed this dream,
To the one who can not accept...
That what moves on expires that which is gone.
And there is no repeating of a yesterday.
No matter how vivid those pictures kept.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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