Pasting dusty bygone

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Its gone, gone and gone.
When I stand here, looking back
An abhorrent past plays,
Some good, many dire shades they are.
I walk there, up to it.
I did not wipe the dust.
Its gone, gone and gone.

I saw a smile in darkness…
and a light here and there.
They came laughing, sometimes!
but laughing went back they,
crying the laughter’s wrath,
I stood there.
The pages I left there and walked,
i reached so far from dust and…
there came a running laugh, it stayed.
Still there, I see front.
And laugh at ‘pasting dusty bygone’.
Its gone, gone and gone.