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"FLOWERS OF THE PAST" Life is fleeting,
but the feelings remain...
They are around
the core of the soul.
We are just dandelions
on which the wind
erases his memory...
What is left after all?
A little gold dust
and the echo
of love in us...
Flowers of the past...
Gentle veil
blown to the future,
in the center
to our attention
to the events
which they draw
last drops
of the sleeping feelings
in us...

© 10/2021

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