What Becomes
What becomes of past places
and lost faces therein
Drifting from mind and eyes
with the slow secrecy
of a setting sun.
What becomes of a child's laughter
that once soared with the breeze
It doesn't have to leave
our internal seas
so painfully soon
with such tender ease.
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