It looks just like yesterday
When the gentle breeze blew
The scents of spring fresh and intoxicating
That I felt afloat;
The fantasy as good as real
The cheer, the chirping, the churning of colours
The rainbow arching,
to clasp those strings to the lasting
But they slip away…with the wild, wild wind
The wings of time that never set foot
Nor does the shedding tree, tear in sorrow
but I feel the pain so intense,
Parting with the past
like the wilting rose that lets go of its last petal
with the tear that drops in a free fall
nothing to hold back
it never is lost, it never could be
for what dies, births yet again
If only I could welcome this life with a breath anew?
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