Looking back, as too often is the case
Consumed by hazel, that bears the soul
Listening to a truth, reflected in tragedies
Holding candles, to lives passed
Signs taken too lightly, the memory survives.
A smile unrestrained, freeing a captive heart
Lines that speak, boundaries flattened
To capture an image, would do little justice
A portrait of perfection, could not exist
Disturbances disallowed,...
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