Be it so sublime these folds in time that draw the past to now the presence felt of hearts of friends be rendered close so far we can to understand the memories false and real we know our hearts as ages part remembrance so surreal the minds recall the younger self aged cartons current time the milk of youth the wisdom truth realities of our state remember me as friends will be true in mind and self and faith.
2 comments:
this is lovely free-write, nort. very nice.
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