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Sunday, November 30, 2025 |
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MEMOIRS |
The wind passeth, my dear
with the Seasons of Change
upon its heels
and the Leaves of Time
borne gently away
I have none left to grasp
but a Word
a Phrase
a Thought
So let me
freeze the memory
and mayhap
when Autumn comes
to take my body
away
a part
of my Soul
will be left behind
Suspended
in a dreamless void
but alive and kept
in Solitude
Here
in my Sea
of Words...
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