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one begins another
a fall of ancient breaths
left in slumber
much too long
memory –
she’s fair enough
but keeps her secrets close
– cares only for the places
we belong

as disregard
for moments cleft –
how many yet to go
love remains
the best we have to give
permission for the coming back
to all we sought to find
– many dreams
with only one to live

. . .