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The Chill of Remembrance

May 5, 2015
By Anonymous

I dreamed a dream of insignificant means
but is this one not a memory?
the echo of a shrouded past.
So haunting is the breadth of my imageless feelings,
constantly I dwell on the shiver of memory,
in the graceful dance of nurture by the wind:
in the whistle of the whispered autumn shed:
to wonder if the chill of remembrance,
is not merely mirage born
from sleeps of my watery past


The author's comments:

Sometimes our dreams blur into reality, leaving us with no way to distinguish truth from fiction.


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