The Memories of the Past

They haunt me like a desperate ghost,
at times like wind rushing fast.
They haunted me then and they do so now,
the memories of the past.
They are mostly happy but at times sad,
they make bad feel good and good feel bad,

they remind me of all from first to last,
the memories of the past.
Tall and dark, flowy and light,
a thousand types of shadows they cast,
they provide me with a deep insight,
the memories of the past.
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