I cannot remember yesterday
nor fathom cold breath tomorrow,
my happiness cedes in hopeless ways
soon illuminating my sorrow.
i wish i could see your eyes once more
and traipse in overgrown wood
then maybe for once we'd propagate lore
and see all less fair of heart for good.
days fall forward in cascading rills
my soulful tries so empty and forlorn
and spy growing within the early tills
a seed from where i've been born.
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