The Persistence of Memory by Elise Skidmore — Poetry and Art

Wandering through this desert world, so hot the clocks are melting, I stretch out my tongue to drink in time. The precious moments of life revive this dehydrated soul. The persistence of memory, the good, the bad, the happy, the sad, lifts my eyes to the mountain horizon; its snowy peaks give me strength […]

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