Have a safe and healing Sunday.
Bitter Recollection
A crystal moon, a
frozen
branch waving, a fire with ash blowing
into the four winds. A
charred
log; memories extensive and
angry,
like a paper chain flowing in the wind of life.
Remember,
the day, the hour, each day, each hour,
destiny,
insistently climbing, seeking, nothing in life is
forgotten.
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