Memories whisper to the wind.
Gossamer remnants gentled and sifted
in timeless, endless eddies.
Lightly drifting
settling softly on they, we, me.
Do you hear them?
Impression
Memories whisper to the wind.
Gossamer remnants gentled and sifted
in timeless, endless eddies.
Lightly drifting
settling softly on they, we, me.
Do you hear them?
anne.seebach.poetry 
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