Nona
Forgetting to forget, the sorrows of time
Amongst the trees watch the butterfly fly
Oh! to long for that which I have not
To not yield when all is distraught.
You wish to change fate
Whose path so intricate and yet so mundane
Like a river, it moves it swirls, angles and in the end, does stop
Invisible strings entwined as is Nona’s art
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