The thoughts of then
Flood through my mind
And make me restless still
For moments sewn
With threads of dreams
And a waiting wishing will
Press the ephemera
Of memories
From golden felicity
Into a swath
Of swelling loss
From impetuosity
And so to the day
I say once more
Why hurried must I be
For ne’er again
Shall I once more
Pass through this part of me
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