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Past

My mind is always wandering the past
And every thought feels like coming home
From a journey tens of light years long
Like the life I’m living now is not my own

A radiant sky in bloom, scented by the sea
Seagulls silhouetted by its glow in flight
They hover over rooftops framed by fading light
Shrinking ever smaller with every clap of wings

The noise of youth turns ringing keys to music
As kinship channels sorrow into beauty
A symphony that mends our souls ensuing
Harmonics played on strings still pulsing

A young woman blessed with eyes of wonder
Re-shapes my heart as she looks right through me
There is nowhere else and no one else I want to be
But timeless, shapeless, just a fragment of her story

But the present pushes me along its course
And as I shuffle day by day
I'm dropping breadcrumbs down to mark my way
So that when I'm lost I may return

- vktr

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