faces of the past;

like crystals
they glisten in the sunlight
bouncing off jovial rays
of multicolored lights
miniature rainbows.

these are the faces of the past
those who we have met
and those who we cannot remember.

and still they are with us
always watching
always looming over our shoulders
seeing what we see
thinking what we think.

we never know their names
we cannot remember their voices
but still they speak to us
not through words
but through the heart.

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