Rememberance

Folding memories.

Was it my skin

That gathered creases

Or was it wind

That ruffled feathers,

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It came as breath

That pulled together

Long gentle slopes

Of what’s been ever,

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In folds of water

Never counted

Crossed with themselves

My life’s encounters,

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Reflective mind

Complex in brilliance

Seeks into self

And mirrors all things twice,

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Clear waters churn

Unending sequences

Perfect in tone

Unbroken evenness,

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Was it the wind

Evoking sentiment

Or was it tidal

Flood of memories.

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