Keepsakes found tucked away somewhere In-between the pages of my past Held lovingly in the arms Of worn bindings and bookcases Dust flies defensively Almost as a way of protection From the invasion of my Seeking hands and eyes The reclusive nature of a "fade-away" Forgotten notes found and remembered In a twist of time …
Trilby Yates
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Trilby Yates 