Descriptions of the Past
That which once was and can no longer be,
a vision once seen you can no longer see.
When described as a thought, a memory,
or a seed or seedling if you are a tree.
The beginning of something the world now calls me!
Copyright © Bill Baker | Year Posted 2022
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