Sweeping bye, like a windy Day's dust.
Staying closely, like the day of recoining.
The memories we share are not far fetched.
For you simply business as usual.
For me a tale for another day.
A memory I long to forget.
But Fashing like the tales of reality.
A situation I wished had gone smooth and sweet.
Though the creator alone knows the unknown.
With him alone let the troubled seek comfort.
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