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Regret

There were some fields and dead vines around
or maybe the trace of a distant cloud,
a flicker of light, of memory
Cascading memory drifting in silence,
fading now

There were some leaves still attached to dead trees,
later the snow upon the ice fields,
then comes the rain and memories
Cascading memory filtered in shadow,
fading now


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