The memories of childhood, sounds of dandelion laughter.

Crimson umbrellas, Cerulean ribbons, chased by a cinnamon wind. Black and white photographs, frozen tragedy.

Past written in ink and story.

Broken battles, glorious victory.

Lessons made of tears and blood. Of light and dark.

Lessons of the Past will lead to the glowing promise of the Future. If only we leave behind the Things of Yesterday.

By Abigail Moore

From: United States