Whispers of Forgetting

Letting go isn’t the easiest course of action, but it is a powerful one.

Some things are meant to fly away.

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Memories

Fading, stand poised

Pure white wings bend, stiff

Unfurling now with gentle breath

Take flight.

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Thoughts still

Wind’s breath pulls memories’ white feathers

Rain clouds cover with grey

Blurring edges-

Mind flies.

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