Each moment falls like petals from the rose,
A fleeting scent the evening breeze may keep.
Each death I die, the door swings closed,
And still I dream in shadows deep.
The past dissolves like dew in morning light,
Its whispers fading, lost among the trees.
No tether holds me back, no tether binds,
I drift, unmoored, where endless seas release.
The present...
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