Leaving New Tracks

October 14, 2021

Born young again myself befriends,

the years all left behind

To wither and die one last goodbye

then bury into time

Born young until myself instilled

as deja vu reminds

Of Autumn snow my heart aglow

—new memory in rhyme

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

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